The comment section also erupted.
[No way! Sure, he might’ve liked her a lot, but all of it? That’s absurd.]
[Didn’t she make a public announcement cutting ties with him? And now he has a son. Why would he leave her everything?]
[So what really happened back then? Why did she insist on ending things with him?]
While everyone was still reeling, my aunt suddenly burst out laughing twice.
“Why? Isn’t it obvious? Because little Mirabelle learned how to seduce men at a young age.”
She leaned forward, voice dripping with mockery. “My sister died early when Manfred was barely in his forties, a man in his prime. Yet he never remarried and just stayed in that house with this little orphan for all these years. You expect me to believe nothing happened between them? Please.”
My grandmother’s eyes darted slyly before she chimed in, “My daughter’s right. That girl’s been a temptress since she was a teenager. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, hugging him around the waist like she owned him.”
Fury burned through me, and I snapped, “Grandma, don’t make things up! Aren’t you afraid of the consequences, saying things like that at your age?”
But the audience didn’t care what I said.