Chapter 397

The woman in the green dress was talking to a seemingly young socialite, probably in her early thirties. Though she looked refined and spoke with a gentle tone, her words were full of passive-aggressive jabs. "If you’ve got the guts to call her a bastard, why don’t you try saying that to your father’s face? See if he's okay wearing that imaginary green hat his daughter wants to gift him." "You think he’s not blinded by some shameless vixen like you? What a joke." "And you think you still have dignity?" The woman gave a cold laugh. "Coming home so often lately, isn’t it because of that boy toy you’re seeing? Trust me, I’ve seen my fair share of shady stuff. You're the type—pretending you're above it all but acting no different than the rest." "You don't need to approve of me. Just keep an eye on your bastard kid." Fuming, the woman in green spun on her heel and stormed off, clearly done with the conversation. Celeste Harper was standing nearby, still holding a cocktail she'd been intend