“Shut it!” Before Daphne could continue her inflammatory harangue, Portia slammed the table and lashed out at her.
Daphne jumped at her sudden reaction and feigned a frightened tone. “Aunt Portia, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I just feel everything is so unfair for you. I really don’t see why Uncle Stephen is so defensive of that woman and her kids. You deserve so much better…” Her voice trailed off softly as a subtle smirk played across her serpentine lips.
Although Daphne did not know why her uncle would go to great lengths to defend them, still, she managed to take advantage of the situation and provoked Portia.
Stephen and Portia’s relationship were not close, to begin with. Although he had been respectful in all ways, there was no affection in their marriage life.
Now that he was giving her the cold shoulder all over again, it sure reminded the duchess of the time he fell in love with someone else years back.
A vortex of bottomless sadness and hatred spiraled in Portia’s eyes as she recalled what happened a long, long time ago.
There was this one woman in Stephen’s life that had always been a threat to her.
Back then, if Stephen and her parents had not done everything they could to stop Stephen, that woman would have well been the duchess by now.
Although so many years had passed since then, what happened remained traumatizing to her—and she would never allow what almost happened twenty years ago to happen again.
Thinking of it, the duchess gestured a servant to come over. “Make sure you keep an eye on Sir Musgrave. Report to me immediately if you find out anything,” she ordered.
“Yes, Lady Musgrave,” the servant replied.
Daphne lowered her face and shadow covered her face. Now that Aunt Portia is finally taking action, Nicole and the children will be out of the house in no time.
But who cares about them? Hector is the only person I want by my side.
She shifted her scheming gaze and looked at the duchess. “Aunt Portia, who’s in charge of the new bodyguard?”
“Why? Did he offend you by chance?” Portia asked.
“Not really. I think they’ve been doing a pretty good job,” she replied.
Portia widened her eyes as she heard her answer. It was surprising that Daphne would actually compliment the bodyguards.
“Jacob is in charge of the bodyguards,” Portia told her.
That means I can get all the information I need about Hector from Jacob.
But Daphne was still trying to figure out why Hector had not come to her. It’s either he’s shy or he’s concerned about our difference in status. Well, I guess I have to be the one to take the initiative.
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