Chapter 34

Rosalie mused, “Claudia really is something else. After Julian humiliated her and Helena, she can still hold her tongue. Maybe mistresses just have an extraordinary tolerance for swallowing their pride!”

Edward was furious, but after spending over a decade pretending to be the perfect son-in-law, he had honed the skill of reading the room. He knew exactly when to push and when to back down. With Julian present, Edward couldn’t touch Rosalie, no matter how much he wanted to. He had no choice but to cut his losses.

But that didn’t stop him from adopting fatherly airs, using his status to lecture her. “Helena is generous enough not to hold today’s incident against you. As her big sister, you’d better not overstep your bounds. You’re already married. Don’t bring shame to our family.”

Rosalie cast him a sideways glance, his self-righteousness barely worth her attention. With a light scoff, she ignored him and turned to Julian, who had been silently supporting her. Tilting her head slightly, she asked, “Do you think my family lacks proper manners?”

It was the first time since Julian had entered Graham Villa that Rosalie had spoken to him voluntarily.

Chapter 35

Strangely enough, those few simple words seemed to dissipate the tension that had been weighing on Julian for days. He answered without hesitation, his voice steady, “No.”

Satisfied, Rosalie shifted her gaze back to Edward, a smirk playing on her lips. “Did you hear that? He doesn’t think so.”

Edward was speechless. Claudia and Helena were equally infuriated, their minds seething with resentment. They both thought, Is this bitch deliberately provoking us? Has Julian lost his mind? How can he keep defending this worthless tramp, refusing to see her true nature?

But Rosalie had no interest in their thoughts. She didn’t understand Julian’s sudden support, but if he was helpful, she wouldn’t stop him. Julian, with his sharp wit and unwavering support, was a finely honed blade—deadly and precise, capable of inflicting lasting wounds.

With that, Rosalie rose from the sofa, her movements elegant and dominant. Without another glance at the others, she turned to a maid, Hollie Hart, and said casually, “I’m hungry, Hollie. Serve dinner.”