Madeline felt a bitter exhaustion. She hadn't even wanted to come here in the first place.
Lucius had commanded her to show up and placate the two elders, yet he was the one causing this awkward mess.
"Millicent, aren't you being a bit too harsh? How does Lucius and I arriving separately actually affect you?"
Millicent stared at her, her face contorted with profound disappointment.
As a woman who had lived through eight decades of high-society drama, she wasn't foolish. The implications of that woman's voice on the phone were crystal clear to her.
Especially with the absurd, scandalous history of Lucius's father, Alastair, serving as a glaring precedent.
Millicent stood frozen for a moment before locking her piercing gaze onto Madeline. "Madeline, you've been married to him for five years, and you still can't even keep your own husband satisfied."
"Did that miscarriage permanently ruin your body? Five years, and you still haven't managed to pop out a single child."
"What use are you? Can't you even keep him satisfied? If natural methods fail, isn't there technology for that? Even without a child, you can't just play dead. You need to beg him, serve him properly."
"If you were actually doing your job, do you really think Lucius would humiliate you like this?"
"It's pathetic. You're an absolute joke. If my life looked anything like yours, I'd throw myself in the river."
"Five years of marriage, and he won't even ride in the same car as you. Lucius must be utterly disgusted by you. If another woman is stepping all over you, you deserve it."
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