Chapter 226
“My friends,” Brice announced, her voice projected by the acoustics of the hall,” present to you the future of the Kensington legacy. Despite the persecution, despite the cruelty spread by jealous women…”
Beatrice glared directly at Sky.
Seraphina placed both hands on her stomach and looked down demurely. A murmur went through the crowd. Some people looked uncomfortable; others looked sympathetic.
It was a powerful image the frail, pregnant woman against the cold, red-clad ex-wife.
Beatrice began to move toward the microphone, pulling Seraphina with her. They headed straight for the head table, a path that took them directly past where Skye stood.
Beatrice stopped three fat from Skye.
“Move,” Beatrice said. “You are blocking the way for the mother of my great-grandson.”
The room went deadly silent. Even the waiters stopped moving.
Skye swirled the wine in her glass. She looked at the red liquid, then slowly raised her eye to Beatrice.
“Hair?” Sky asked. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. A nearby boom mic for the event’s livestream picked it up perfectly. “Since when does a “legacy’ require a bribed judge and a falsified medical report just to attend a dinner party?”
The gasp from the crowd was audible.
Gabriel Rossorted into his drink, the sound echoing in the silence.
Seraphina flinched. Her face went from pale to chalk-white. She gripped Beatric’s arm.
“How dare you,” Beatrice hised, shaking with rage. “You are hitter because you are harren. You are jealous because Liam chow her.”
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“Choo?” Skyw laughed. It was a sharp, brittle sound. “He didn’t chose her, Beatrice. He got stuck with her because she knows where the bodies are buried. Literally.”
Liam shoved his way through the crowd. He couldn’t let this happen. Not here. Not live.
“Skyet” Liam roared. He stepped between his grandmother and his ex-wife.”Stop it! Have some dignity!”
Skye looked at him. Her eyes were empty of love, empty of hate. They were just mirrors reflecting his own pathetic desperation. “Dignity?” Skyw asked. “Liam, you brought your mistress-who is currently violating the terms of her parale by attending a social event to a charity gala. You are the panchline of this entire city.”
“She is carrying my child?” Liam shouted, his face flushing red.
“ish” Skye took a step closer to Seraphina. Seraphina recoiled, shielding her stomach.
“Are you sure, Seraphina?” Skyw whispered, but the mic caught it. “Are you sure it’s a Kensington? Or is it just average?”