"However, the fate of a mistress generally doesn't end well. Eventually, when he's tired of her, she'll be abandoned. So, Auntie, you don't need to be too upset," Aurora Blaine said blandly.
The words seemed to directly hit the sore spots of the mother and daughter.
On the surface, she was comforting Florence Wallace, but in reality, she was adding insult to injury.
Color gradually drained from Isabelle Blaine's face.
Aidan Sullivan was indeed tired of her.
She had been deceiving herself, but she had to admit that Aidan Sullivan no longer loved her.
No, in fact, he probably never loved her!
At present, Aidan Sullivan was merely using her to provoke Aurora Blaine.
Florence Wallace's hot temper couldn't stand such a jab, "You little bitch, this is our family matter. Do you think you're something special just because you're back on your feet? You used to live like a dog in front of us! You're in no position to comment!"
