Chapter 522


    “Mr. Thomas, every servant here fears Mrs. Thomas. A shroud of apprehension nkets the house.”


    Fear? Millie’s teeth clenched, reshaping her understanding. She had presumed their fear was limited to Bria.


    Agaze as direct as Marcus’ met Millie’s incensed expression.


    “Why does she evoke such fear?”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    “Dread of retribution is pervasive. The chilling tales circting about Mrs. Thomas are too ominous to ignore. Poisonous intrigue


    and concealed fatalities haunt us.”


    Millie stood bbergasted and aghast at Bria’s audacious falsehoods.


    “Maleborers here regard her favorably, drawn by ndestine allurements. Your virtuous stance, however, does not satiate her


    desires.”


    Millie’s patience wore thin as she listened to the mounting absurdities.


    Untruths should not be indulged.


    Millie advanced, her palm colliding against Bria’s cheek with a resounding p.


    The assembly looked on, stunned by the spectacle. Bria, the recipient of the blow, widened her eyes, unleashing a hysterical


    scream.


    “Mrs. Thomas, what warrants this assault?”


    Ance at Marcus revealed his visage ame with fury, his gaze unwavering.


    Unperturbed, Millie disregarded Bria’s protestations, her focus unwavering.


    “Nonsensical fabrications! Should you venture another falsehood, my palm shall strike again.”


    “You...”


    “What transpired?”


    Celeste entered, prompting a path to be cleared for her.


    Bria redirected her narrative towards Celeste.


    “Madam, Mrs. Thomas struck me, alleging | framed her. She shattered the porcin herself, caught red-handed by Mr. Thomas.


    She imputed the act to Mae. Unable to bear such injustice, | spoke in Mae’s defense. Mrs. Thomas cast my words aside as mere


    drivel.”


    As Celeste listened, her anger swelled.


    Bria cried out once more.