Amelia sneered, her face twisted with contempt. "I thought I made myself clear—keep an eye on your woman, or you'll be left clueless when you're cuckolded..."
The words hung in the air like a bombshell. Guests gasped in shock, faces frozen in disbelief. Whispers and uneasy laughter rippled through the crowd as everyone leaned closer, eager for the next revelation.
This wasn’t just gossip; this was a spectacle.
Even the elder Hamptons—the esteemed master and madam—sat wide-eyed and tense. Could it be possible? Could Eleanor truly have committed such a disgrace? The idea seemed inconceivable, yet Amelia spoke with such conviction that doubt began to creep in.
Catherina’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. She hadn't heard a hint of this scandal, but her mother’s certainty stirred a smirk at the corners of her lips. Whatever the truth, this accusation could ruin Eleanor’s reputation—a prospect she relished. *This could work in my favor,* she mused, feigning dismay.