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    “Lenient?” Tracy scoffed, her poise as a wealthydy abandoned in her fury. She trembled with rage, her face contorted with venom. “If you were truly lenient, why did you seize the chance to exploit the Ashton family? If you were lenient, why did you target Rita at every turn? If you were lenient, why has she ended up like this? You didn’te here in kindness—you came to destroy us! Thank heavens Bruce didn’t marry you, or our entire family would have been doomed!”


    Corrine let out a coldugh, her gaze as icy as moonlight. “Do not tter yourself. I wasn’t plucked from the gutters, desperate for any man’s favor. When Bruce and I were together, the Ashton family was teetering on the edge of copse. So spare me the illusion that your so-called prestige was ever beyond my reach. Even when your family rose to prominence in Lyhaton, bing the city’s new elite, he remained, in my eyes, nothing more than a man propped up by women. And let’s be clear—it wasn’t Bruce who left me. I was the one who walked away, unwilling to wallow in filth any longer.”


    Had she not broken things off with Bruce, she might never have crossed paths with Nate.


    And in the end, that heartbreak had been a blessing in disguise.


    Tracy had always known Corrine had a sharp tongue, but she hadn’t expected her to wield it like a dagger now.


    She was like a cactus—deceptively unassuming, yetden with thorns that could draw blood with the slightest touch.


    Tracy’s face turned red, her anger simmering into something colder, darker.


    Corrine, seeing no reason to linger in fruitless arguments, withdrew her gaze and turned toward the restroom, her indifference like a wall no insult could breach.


    But Tracy, watching her stride away with unshakenposure, felt like a defeated general watching an enemy march triumphantly past—humiliated, powerless, seething.


    Atst, she could no longer hold back. “You think you’re so noble, so capable, so remarkable. But weren’t you once like a dog, tirelessly working for the Ashton…”


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    “Family? Now that you’ve climbed higher, you act as if we’re beneath you, forgetting how you once groveled before Bruce!”


    Corrine paused mid-step.


    She turned her head slightly, her expression darkening, her gaze pressing down on Tracy.


    Her eyes, cold and sharp, seemed to conceal a dagger—one that, if unsheathed, could cut straight to the bone.


    Caught off guard by her gaze, Tracy felt a chill run down her spine, spreading through her body as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.


    Her earlier arrogance faltered.


    She instinctively tightened her grip on Leah’s arm, shifting closer as if seeking shelter.


    Leah noticed, and for a fleeting moment, an almost imperceptible disdain flickered in her eyes.


    Like mother, like daughter.


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