Chapter 404

• Helen’s words landed like a grenade calculated, elegant, devastating.
• The women around the suite turned, every pair of eyes subtly shifting toward Heather. No one said anything outright, but their silence was louder than Helen's jab. There was that distinct look of detached judgment the kind only high-society women could master. Not pity. Not sympathy. Just... disapproval wrapped in designer fabric.
• Heather’s face turned a shade paler. You could see the storm brewing behind her eyes humiliation, wounded pride, and something close to resentment. She glanced in my direction, clearly hoping I’d step in, toss her a lifeline, say something to soften the blow.