"What?!" The Dowager slammed her palm on the table, the mere force causing it to shake, and a crack marred the surface.
The teacup Sloane was holding snapped to pieces as the hot tea spilled on her hand, but she remained unfazed. "Oh my, my grip must have been too tight."
"My lady!" Her handmaid rushed to her aid with a towel to wipe the stain.
Tsk! Liar. The look on her face said otherwise. She was smiling on the surface, but even I could see through that mask. She was fuming.
I smirked discreetly, taking a sip from my tea. I eyed the Dowager, who remained blinded by fury.
"That is impossible!" The Dowager's sharp tone broke through. "You lie, there is no way you could have survived. Do you take me for a fool?"
