Corinne and Gwen jumped in shock.
They never in a million years imagined that Elara would actually show up, let alone walk in arm-in-arm with Scarlett and Jacqueline.
Seeing Scarlett flanking the two older women so affectionately, Corinne and Gwen's initial shock quickly morphed into absolute fury.
Before they could even utter a word, someone else beat them to it, charging straight at Scarlett and Elara.
It was Sylvia.
Seeing Scarlett walking so chummily with her former mother-in-law completely shattered Sylvia's composure.
She pointed a trembling finger right in Scarlett's face.
"Scarlett, you... you have no shame!"
"Who do you think you are, holding her arm like that? You... your divorce with Yardley isn't even finalized yet, and you're already kissing up to the Crofts? Kissing up to her?!"
Sylvia felt like her chest was going to cave in.
Remembering how polite but distant Elara had always been with her, and seeing Elara now treating Scarlett like actual family, made a sickening, acidic jealousy churn in her stomach.
How could Elara accept Scarlett so easily?
Did she really not care about Scarlett's background, or the fact that she already had a child?
How could they be this close?!
A chaotic storm of emotions tore through Sylvia, her long-suppressed bitterness and rage finally hitting a boiling point.
Scarlett merely glanced at her, her eyes as cold and calm as a frozen lake.
Before Scarlett even had to say a word, Elara made her move. She snatched Sylvia's aggressively pointed finger with lightning speed.
Snap!
Shove!
The movement was brutal, precise, and laced with absolute, murderous fury.
A second later, Sylvia let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed across the room.
She instinctively tried to yank her hand back, but Elara held on in a vice grip, her eyes blazing with hellfire.
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