"Jasper Fairmont, that cheap little tramp has rotted your brain! You've completely lost your mind!"
"Look at yourself these past six months! Is this what the heir to Fairmont Group looks like? Do you have any idea how much you've humiliated this family?"
Jasper's cheeks were swollen. He hung his head in silence, limp as a corpse, letting them do whatever they wanted with him.
Vivienne stood behind Patricia, tears rolling down her face in fat, heavy drops. She caught a glimpse of the photo Jasper still clutched in his hand, the one of him and Hilda together, and a flash of hatred cut through her eyes.
"If that woman is all you can think about, then get out of this house! I'll adopt Vivienne as my goddaughter and be done with it!"
Vivienne spoke up, her voice urgent. "Mrs. Fairmont, you can't do that. I made up my mind when I was a little girl. Jasper is the only man I'll ever marry."
She knelt beside him, weeping prettily, and at a glance the two of them made quite the picture of star-crossed lovers.
Patricia sighed.