"Evelyn, Evelyn, my poor child, what's wrong? Are you not used to living alone? You don't look well at all."
Evelyn Yates stood at the doorway, facing her mother and Madam Hughes.
"Don't stand in the draft; you're so precious now. You carry the Hughes family's firstborn, the heir of the Hughes family."
Grace Roe glanced at Evelyn Yates and her mother, thinking this mother-daughter duo puts on quite the act.
"Come on in." She spoke lightly and entered the hall.
The servants had already prepared hot tea. Harper Johnson helped Evelyn Yates to sit down: "Evelyn, I heard Joshua returned yesterday?"
Not mentioning it was fine, but bringing it up reminded Evelyn Yates of the humiliation from last night, and tears fell down.
Harper Johnson hurriedly asked: "What happened? Did Joshua bully you? I know he brought a woman back, or did that woman bully you? Such audacity, just letting her stay here, who does she think she is, how dare she bully you like that."
