Chapter 315

“Oh wow, the lady of the house is mad now? Oops, my bad. I misspoke,” Isabella Thompson said with zero sincerity, a smirk tugging at her lips. “But hey, I only said what’s true.” And Patrick Evans? He didn’t say a word. She'd been this nasty, and he just stood there. His bias? It had practically crossed the ocean. Smack! Out of nowhere, someone rushed in and landed a slap right across Isabella’s face. “Victoria…” Betty Turner gasped. Isabella spun around, fuming, and when she saw who it was, her shriek could’ve shattered glass. “Who the hell do you think you are?! You dare hit me?!” Victoria Evans didn’t hold back. “Yeah, I hit you. So what? Who exactly do you think you are? You got a marriage license with my dad? Are you even legally married? My mom is his actual wife, officially and properly. You're just the extra — a homewrecker sitting here acting like you run the place!” She took a step closer, eyes burning. “Back in the old days, you’d be nothing more than a concubine. And now yo