room was cavernous, illuminated by the harsh

Doctor Strong's arm as their shoes cli

gene Morse. She wore a severe, charcoal-gray suit

issile. Her gaze dragged up and down Gidget's Chanel su

ong's arm smoothly and wal

ntly, a butler appeared like a ghost and

fe and fork. She tapped them aga

ommanded absolute

cratic condescension. "I assume, as the new wife of a

he offered a polite, impenetrable smil

wed. She didn't acce

e stated coldly. "They do not need women who create spectacles

d suffocating. The temperature in t

in. She kept her smile plastered on her face. She opened her mout

ak, Doctor Strong se

the saucer with

rectly onto his mother. The air around him

aid. His voice was low, smooth, and completely unyield

ful. She stayed with me until the early hour

se crossed her face. Her eldest son rarely spoke a

ssion for a lie. The business excuse was the ultim

The hostility in her eyes dialed back s

, fine," Imogene sniffed. "

l of the table, Imogene lo

mily prioritizes health and longevity. That

ver fork. She calmly sliced of

ht and conversational. "It's baked with gluten-free oats and orga

ate bite, chewed

a very low glycemic index. Given your recent concerns with your blood sugar

ed slightly. She was

r and took a long, rigid sip of Earl G

Strong watching her. A faint, almost impercept

of her muffin. She had