Linda Warren hadn't expected Mr. Shaw to see her expression. Her face instantly changed, and she quickly shook her head.
"Linda Warren, I thought you were at least somewhat intelligent. I never imagined you'd be an idiot, just like Seth Shaw."
Seth Shaw was Mr. Shaw's son, yet the old man's face showed not a single trace of fatherly affection.
He spoke of his own son as if he were talking about a stranger.
The corner of Linda Warren's mouth twitched. She was about to retort, but Mr. Shaw cut her off. "Linda Warren, no one can bail you out of the mess you've made this time. Just you wait and see how Seth Shaw treats you then."
Having said his piece, Mr. Shaw leaned on his cane and slowly made his way upstairs, supported by the butler.
Downstairs, Linda Warren stood stunned for a long moment before she suddenly realized something was wrong.
She hurriedly pulled out her phone, only to find no trending topics about her.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
