Chapter 170
Chapter 170:
“Who p>
“The Matriarch,” Seraphina said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “Beatrice Kensington. If I pitch this right… if I tell her this plan will eliminate Skye and secure the Kensington legacy, she’ll fund the muscle. She thinks I’m carrying her great-grandson. She’ll pay to protect the heir’s mother and destroy the ex-wife p>
“Call her,” Alice urged. “Make the deal p>
Seraphina dialed a number she had memorized from Liam’s private rolodex years ago. It rang twice.
“This had better be important,” Beatrice’s icy voice answered.
“It’s Seraphina,” she said, letting her voice tremble with calculated vulnerability. “Grandmother, I have a way to save the family from Skye’s interference once and for all. But I need your help to pay the consultants p>
Lydia Winthrop was trying very hard to project the image of the lady of the manor—and failing spectacularly.
She stood at the main gates of the Kensington estate, rain plastering her hair to her forehead, arguing with the stone-faced security chief. She wore a floral dress that was far too cheerful for the weather, clutching a suitcase.
“I am telling you, Beatrice invited me!” Lydia screeched, pointing a manicured finger at the intercom. “I am here to support Liam during this difficult time! Open the gate p>
The gate remained shut.
“Mr. Kensington has given strict orders, Miss Winthrop,” the guard’s voice crackled, devoid of emotion. “No unauthorized visitors. Especially not you p>
Lydia’s face flushed a deep, blotchy red. She grabbed a porcelain travel mug from her bag and hurled it at the iron bars. It shattered with a violence that echoed in the wet air.
“I am the future mistress of this house!” she screamed. “Do as I say p>
“Is that so p>
The voice came from behind her.
𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾.𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒
A black sedan had pulled up silently. The window rolled down to reveal Liam Kensington.
He looked exhausted. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, and his jaw was set in a line of granite. He didn’t look at Lydia; he looked through her.
“Liam!” Lydia’s face transformed instantly into a mask of victimhood. She rushed toward the car. “Oh, thank God! Your staff is being so difficult! I’m just trying to make a home for us. Beatrice said I could stay in the East Wing p>
“Beatrice doesn’t live here,” Liam said, his voice ice-cold. “And neither do you p>
“But… but I can help with Seraphina! I can watch her p>
“Drive,” Liam said to his chauffeur, rolling up the window.
“Liam! No! Please p>
Lydia banged on the glass as the car glided through the opening gates, leaving her stranded in the mud.
She stood trembling on the roadside, humiliated tears mixing with the rain.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
“Hello?” she snapped.