Audrey walked straight to Eloise, her presence commanding the room. "Ms. Harwood, why don't you clarify your relationship with my grandson?"
Eloise bit her lip, her gaze involuntarily flicking toward Kieran, who frowned deeply, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding.
He stood up, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Eloise and I are merely friends."
"That's not for you to say!" Audrey snapped, turning her frosty gaze back to Eloise. "Let Ms. Harwood speak for herself."
"Kieran and I are just friends," Eloise said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But isn't there a rumor, Ms. Harwood, that you were so infatuated with Kieran you even tried to harm yourself?" Audrey didn’t skip a beat as she grabbed Eloise’s left hand and held it up for everyone to see.
Eloise paled, and her wrist wrapped in white bandages seemed to tell a tale of distress.
Without sympathy, Audrey ripped off the bandages, revealing... absolutely nothing. Eloise's wrist was unmarked, devoid of any injury. The room erupted into murmurs and gasps.
Audrey sneered, "The dramatic tales of self-harm were nothing but a farce. Ms. Harwood's wrist is as pristine as can be."
Kieran's brows knitted even closer together at this revelation.
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