Tears pricked at my eyes as I pulled him close. “My biave little knight. You already protect me just by being you.”
The moment shattered as Catherine Harding’s voice thundered through the mansion. WHO DARED TO HURT MY DAUGHTER?
She burst into the room like an avenging fury, her silk robe flying behind her like wings, two security guards flanking her. The carefully cultivated image of Manhattan’s premier society matron had vanished, replaced by something raw and savage.
“Mom!” Grace’s theatrical wail filled the room. “It was her! That bitch attacked me! Kill her! Feed her body to the dogs! It’s the only way to ease my pain!
Catherine’s eyes blazed as she surveyed the scene her precious daughter sprawled on the floor, the broken vase, my defensive stance. “Grab that insolent woman,‘ she commanded the guards. Show her what happens to those who challenge the Hardings!”
“Mrs. Wilson, one guard stepped forward, his expression professionally blank. “Please don’t resist.”
I watched them approach, noting their stances, their hesitation. These weren’t trained fighters – they were hired muscle, used to intimidating through presence alone. More importantly, they were witnesses.
Take Billy to his room, I ordered one of the hovering maids, my voice carrying an authority that surprised even me. The woman quickly complied, though my son protested being separated from me.
“You middle–class nobody, Catherine’s voice could have frozen hell itself. “Did you really think you could act so brazenly in the Harding household?”
I met her gaze steadily, feeling oddly calm despite the chaos around me. “Mrs. Harding, are you sure you want to assault me here? With so many witnesses?”
Catherine’s perfectly lined eyes narrowed to slits. “You think witnesses matter? This is Harding territory. Everyone here knows their place – and their
silence.”
“Really?” I smiled, the expression cold and sharp as winter frost. “Do you think Grandpa would let you off the hook if he knew you guys were bullying me?” A calculated pause. “You know how much he hates family scandals.”
Catherine’s face went chalk–white, then purple with rage. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her silk robe. “You dare threaten me with my own father–in- law?”
“Grab her!” Catherine’s composure cracked completely. “Then slap her face!”
I moved to stand before the floor–to–ceiling windows, moonlight streaming in behind me.
“Think I’m easy to bully?” My voice was soft but carried clearly through the tension–filled room.
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The Ex Wife’s Redemption: A Love Reborn
Chapter 32
