George laughed too, his voice rich with amusement.
“Let me tell you a secret, all the company subordinates privately call her a tomboy.”
My steps froze.
My heart thundered in my chest, threatening to burst. I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at them.
“George, take your maid and get out of my house!”
“Ah!”
Kristen’s shriek pierced the air.
George instinctively shielded her, the vase smashing heavily against his back. Yet even then, his first instinct was to steady Kristen, afraid she might fall.
“Jennifer! Why don’t you just smash me to death!”
He spun, fury burning in his red-rimmed eyes.
“I have no family background, no influential connections, and I can’t give you children! Hit me, curse me, look down on me, do as you please! But leave innocent people out of it!”
“Kristen is the kindest, purest soul I’ve ever met! She only became a maid to support her family. She’s a college graduate; she could have taken a far more respectable path!”
“In my heart, you, a spoiled princess born with a silver spoon, aren’t even worth a single strand of her hair!”
Each syllable cut deep.
He had no family, no backing, and was infertile.