Chapter 435

Eleanor let out a sarcastic snort but didn’t say a word—not because she didn’t want to, but because she was honestly too speechless to bother. A homewrecker and a pathetic coward, openly trying to play the victim? What a joke. Claire glanced sideways and muttered under her breath, “So the ex-sleazebag and the mini-sleazebag are bonding over their shared awfulness?” Lucas was beyond uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles. He hated being reminded of his past screw-ups, especially not in front of Claire. And being lumped in with Harold? Please. What stung more was that look on Claire’s face—a quiet sneer that said she wasn’t just disappointed, she was utterly over him. You could feel the contempt, and not just for him… but for her own father, too. Natalie noted that Harold’s resistance seemed to be softening and jumped in smoothly, “Lucas came with Nathan this morning. And Nathan’s Fiona’s actual brother—he doesn’t have a problem with it. As elders, shouldn’t we be even more open