Maya finished speaking and sneaked a glance at the handsome man in the room, whose air of wealth and nobility was suffocating. Seeing his face darken, brooding and hostile, she nervously asked, "We've been good to Little Delight. We never bullied her. It was her own inability to take things calmly."
Jocelyn Yeager coughed softly and said indifferently, "Has Griffith Squire treated her well?"
Maya nodded quickly and said, "They were supposed to get married, if not for the child suddenly being gone."
Noticing the handsome man's face growing darker and darker, Maya swallowed the rest of what she had wanted to say and dared not utter another word.
A fleeting and almost pathological joy flashed across Jocelyn Yeager's mind. All these years, what he couldn't obtain, Ignatius Leclair had gotten but later lost. And now Griffith Squire also had it and then lost it. It turned out no one was truly victorious.
