Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Noticing a hint of grievance in her daughter’s voice, Jayne teased, “What’s wrong? The Vance family’s got more money than they know what to do with. Don’t tell me my daughter isn’t allowed to eat whatever she wants over there?”

She said it half in jest, but the words hit Edith right where she was most fragile.

It wasn’t that the Vance family ever denied her food she liked.

It was Salome–always so eager to show off her own status–who insisted Edith appear at the table for every single meal. And every time, Salome made sure to serve dishes Edith could barely stomach, as if to remind her exactly where she stood in the Vance household: Salome reigning above, Edith left far below.

When Edith fell silent all of a sudden, Jayne realized she’d misjudged her joke. She quickly took her daughter’s hand, urging her to sit down and eat, changing the subject. “Edith, did you see Justin at the Hawksleys‘ today?”

Jayne didn’t ask idly. The Hawksleys were riding high these days; with Justin’s birthday, there’d be a crowd coming to wish him well. If the family was too busy, Edith might not have even met Justin.

Edith picked up her fork, placed a piece of sweet and sour pork on Jayne’s plate first, then paused and nodded. “Yeah. I saw him.”

A look of relief flickered across Jayne’s face–at least the Hawksleys weren’t playing those ridiculous high–society games.

Jayne asked, a little hesitantly, “So, what do you think of Justin?”

Edith nearly choked on her water.

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