Chapter 172

The banquet was over. Mrs. Richards rode home in silence. As soon as she stepped through the door, she tossed her dinner clutch onto the couch and collapsed onto the armrest, totally out of it. Mrs. Richards, Anthony's wife, looked worried. "What's got you like this, huh?" Mrs. Richards glanced at her, then at the two Richards brothers nearby, and suddenly her emotions crashed down. She broke into sobs, leaning against the couch. Between hiccupped breaths, she cried out, "I went tonight hoping to help Elaria, but I totally got played by someone else. In the end, she was the one helping me. I just realized how hard her work actually is... I really regret not being kinder to her before." Anthony's wife gently comforted her, murmuring soft reassurances. Charles let out a sarcastic snort. "So now you get it? Back then, you wouldn't listen no matter what we said. If it weren't for-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. No point in rubbing salt in the wound. Mrs. Richards was full of guilt. With