The news of Rowan's public breakup hit the Ford family like a boulder, suffocating the entire household. A thick cloud of gloom settled over them for days.
Jasmine locked herself in her room, refusing to step outside. With the curtains drawn tight, the room was dark and oppressive, and she sat there like a statue drained of its soul.
In the living room, Jonathan Ford sat on the sofa with his brows deeply furrowed. A half-smoked cigarette burned between his fingers, the ash falling unnoticed onto the expensive rug.
His face was dark, his eyes filled with anxiety. Jasmine's breakup wasn't just an emotional blow; it threatened to shatter their business partnerships and ruin the entire family's livelihood.
Tabitha sat nearby, her eyes red and puffy as she wiped away continuous tears. Her voice was choked and exhausted. "Everything was fine. Why did they break up? Jasmine loved him so much. How is my poor girl going to survive this?"
"Did some little homewrecker seduce Rowan?"
Tabitha was heartbroken over her daughter's pain and terrified for the family's future. She could barely eat or sleep.
The Ford matriarch leaned on her cane by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the gloomy sky, sighing over and over again.
The Ford family had always valued Rowan's power and background, banking on the marriage to secure their status. Now, that dream was shattered.
Even the kitchen staff tiptoed around, terrified of making a sound and triggering the family's explosive tension.
This was the scene Thomas Townsend and Elara walked into. "Tabitha, what did Victoria say?"
Tabitha's face looked ashen. "She didn't say much of anything."
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