Chapter 321 Old Mrs. Luellen Is on the Brink

• Old Mrs. Luellen had lived among the elite for decades. Court scheming was her daily bread. All those faux-sweet saintly types—green tea halos masking petty malice—had nowhere to hide before her, and nothing filthy could slip past her eyes.
• She cut into Calla Sullivan with sharp, commanding criticism, every word landing like a thousand pounds. Then she finished with a clean flick of her sleeve, a perfect final blow that stunned everyone present.
• The ward fell so quiet you could hear a needle hit the floor.