Chapter 42

At that moment, Beatrice came hurrying out with a warm smile on her face. Glancing around and realizing Diana had returned by herself, she asked in puzzlement, "Diana, why are you alone? Didn't Vincent come with you?" Diana took in a deep breath and replied, "He's in Winderbay with Ms. Jackson." "What?" A gasp escaped Beatrice's lips. Her astonishment then melted into weary acceptance as concern flooded her gaze. The crystal chandelier in the living room blazed brightly, almost offensively so. Kenneth was seated on the couch, his expression stormy. It was clear he had overheard their conversation. With a cold and biting tone, he growled, "All these years of marriage, yet you've failed to capture his heart. What good are you?" The breath caught in Diana's throat. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging hard into her palms. Vincent had betrayed her, yet her family blamed her. Neither love nor kinship stood with her. Diana wished she could demand answers fro