The old Bolton estate was in chaos.
On the third-floor balcony, Joanne was on top of Lucy Morgan, furiously hitting and scratching her.
After all, she was not young anymore and had grown plump.
Not like a pampered lady such as Lucy Morgan.
Connor Bolton finally came to his senses and hurried to pick up his clothes, but was startled at the sight of a dark stain on a black slip dress.
He understood everything!
Lucy Morgan couldn't win over his nephew, so she set her sights on him?
It was her first time!
Lucy Morgan also came to her senses, bursting into tears.
She was without any cover; covering the top, yet unable to cover the bottom.
Madam Bolton was so furious her blood pressure soared, and she thumped her cane on the ground, "Stop it right now, and go help!"
The maids hurried to pull the two women apart, kindly putting the slip dress on Lucy Morgan.
The torn dress, whether worn or not, made little difference, obviously.
