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Margaret continued to fume.
“Such disrespect,” she hissed. “You don’t even know to serve tea to your elders. Where were you raised, in a barn?”
I placed my cup down carefully, offering her an insincere smile. “Sorry Luna Grey, but there’s no extra cup here. Besides, you wouldn’t want to use one I touched, right? And anyway, you don’t lack refreshment.”
Her eyes widened at my polite sarcasm. I could practically see the thoughts racing through her mind: This rude girl is utterly unqualified to join the Grey family.
“Our Grey family is not a place where just anyone can enter,” she declared, her voice hardening. “You want to marry Ethan? Impossible!”
She leaned forward, her jewelry glinting menacingly. “Cassandra Evans is my ideal daughter-in-law. Our families are old friends, and she is Ethan’s first love.”
The words stung despite my resolve to remain unmoved. Margaret must have noticed, because a satisfied smile spread across her face.
“Give up,” she commanded. “Pack your things and leave. Free up your place beside Ethan.”
My lips twitched slightly as memories surfaced unbidden. I recalled overhearing Ethan’s private conversation with his mother months ago, his cold voice admitting I was nothing but a stand-in for Cassandra.
Just days before, out of lingering affection after three years together, I had still contemplated using my healing knowledge to help Ethan with his digestive issues. I knew he believed I came from a modest background and never genuinely considered marrying me.
Yet I had once thought of leveraging my cousin Alexander’s power as head of the Silverridge family-now one of the top-ten wealthiest families in the region-to form a business alliance with the Grey family. Alexander, who had doted on me since childhood, would have agreed without hesitation.
But that night, those cruel words from Ethan shattered any such plans.
I snapped back to the present, meeting Margaret’s triumphant gaze with calm indifference.
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll return to Riverdale in a couple of days and won’t come back.”
Margaret blinked, momentarily stunned by my easy capitulation. Her mouth opened slightly. as if she’d prepared for more resistance and now found herself without purpose.
Before she could recover, I glanced at my watch and stood. “I have other matters. Goodbye.”
Without waiting for her response, I retrieved my bag and walked briskly out of Moonlight Manor, leaving Margaret Grey and her schemes behind me.
(Margaret’s POV)
I sat frozen in the armchair, watching that impertinent girl walk away without so much as a proper farewell. This was not how I had envisioned our confrontation.
I had deliberately adorned myself with my most impressive sapphire jewelry and finest silk dress. I had rehearsed cutting remarks designed to reduce her to tears, to make her understand the vast gulf between her station and ours.
Instead, she had departed with indifference, as if I were the one being dismissed!
“The nerve!” I muttered, rising from the chair with as much dignity as I could muster.
Martha appeared in the doorway, her expression carefully neutral. “Will you be staying for dinner, Luna Grey?”
“Certainly not,” I snapped, striding past her toward the front door.
My driver opened the car door as I approached, and I slid into the plush leather seat with a huff of frustration. As soon as the door closed, I pulled out my phone, already planning how to convey my displeasure to Ethan.
Before I could dial, the phone rang in my hand. Cassandra’s name flashed on the screen.
“Cassandra, dear,” I answered, my voice instantly transforming from irritation to maternal warmth.
“Luna Grey, how did it go?” Cassandra asked, her voice sweet with concern.
I sighed dramatically. “Cassandra, did you know that Ethan’s girlfriend has no respect at all? A real shrew, proves the saying ‘bad backgrounds breed bad manners.”
“Oh no,” Cassandra responded, her tone sympathetic. “That must have been awful for you.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine the secret delight my words brought her. Cassandra had always been transparent in her ambitions, but at least she understood proper respect.
“Don’t get upset,” she continued soothingly. “Don’t lower yourself to argue with someone like that.”
“You’re still the sweetest girl,” I replied, settling back against the seat as my driver pulled away from Moonlight Manor. “That girl said she’s leaving in a few days and won’t come back. At least she knows her place.”
“Really?” Cassandra’s voice perked up with poorly disguised eagerness. “So she’s breaking up with Ethan?”
I smiled confidently, though no one could see it. “Even if she doesn’t, I’ll force them apart. After her attitude today, she has no chance.”
“Are you going back home now?” Cassandra asked quickly. “I can come keep you company.”
“That would be lovely, dear,” I replied, pleased by her attentiveness. “I’ll tell you all about it when you arrive.”
As I ended the call, satisfaction began to replace my earlier frustration. The girl was leaving, and Cassandra would soon take her rightful place beside Ethan. Everything was proceeding according to plan, even if not exactly as I had envisioned.
(Olivia’s POV)
The familiar glass doors of the law center slid open as I approached. I had worked here for over three years, growing from an apprentice to a fully licensed lawyer. This modest building had witnessed my entire professional journey.
The receptionist looked up with a smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Winters.”
I nodded in greeting, making my way to the director’s office. Mr. Wilson was expecting me, having received my call earlier.
“Olivia,” he greeted me, rising from behind his desk. His bespectacled face showed genuine regret. “I was hoping you might reconsider.”
I shook my head gently. “My decision is final, Mr. Wilson. I appreciate all the opportunities you’ve given me.”
He sighed, accepting the envelope containing my formal resignation. “You’ve been an asset to this center. If you ever wish to return, there will always be a place for you here.”
After completing the necessary paperwork, I headed to my small office to collect my personal belongings. Emma Thompson, my young assistant, was waiting for me, her expression anxious.
“Is it true?” she asked as soon as I entered. “Are you really leaving?”
I nodded, placing my resignation copy on the desk. “Yes, Emma. I’m returning to Riverdale.”
Emma’s eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up. “Liv, why are you suddenly resigning?”
I hadn’t expected to feel sad about leaving. The law center had been just a job, a means to support myself while I figured out my life in Harbor City. But facing Emma’s tearful reluctance, a pang of sorrow struck my heart.
Our bond had grown beyond mere workplace camaraderie into something closer to sisterhood. Emma had joined me fresh out of Riverdale University, three years my junior and eager to learn. I had taken her under my wing, teaching her everything I knew about law practice.
“I have family matters to attend to,” I explained gently, reaching out to squeeze her hand.
“But will you come back?” she asked, her voice small and hopeful.
I hesitated, unwilling to lie to her. “I don’t think so, Emma. But this isn’t goodbye forever. We’ll stay in touch.”
Emma wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. “It won’t be the same without you. You’ve taught me so much.”
“And you’ve learned well,” I assured her, smiling despite the lump forming in my throat. “You’re going to be an excellent lawyer, Emma. Better than me.”
She shook her head vigorously. “That’s not possible.”
I began gathering my few personal items-a small potted plant, a framed photo of my mother, a few reference books I’d purchased myself. Emma watched silently, occasionally sniffling.
“What about Alpha Grey?” she asked suddenly. “Does he know you’re leaving?”
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