“Yvonne… how does she know Mr. Bennett Thompson?” Jeffrey was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion.
“My sister made a new friend and didn’t even tell Mom and Dad. Does she not consider us her family?” Queena murmured, her eyes downcast and filled with sorrow.
But her mind was racing. He was handsome, enigmatic, and radiated an innate nobility that even his understated clothes couldn't hide. The Thompsons were a dynasty far beyond their reach. How had that wretched little tramp managed to get her claws into their heir?
Queena was practically trembling with jealousy.
George glanced at his beautiful daughter, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He turned to Teresa. “Call Yvonne and find out what’s going on between her and Mr. Thompson. And tell her that since she’s made a new friend, she should introduce him to her older sister.”
“Yes, I’ll remember,” Teresa agreed without a second thought.
“Dad, that doesn’t seem right. Doesn’t Queena like Matthew?” Jeffrey, understanding his father’s intentions, voiced his concern. For the Spencer family, having Queena marry Matthew and Yvonne secure a connection to Bennett would maximize their family’s interests.
“Who does Yvonne think she is, aiming for Mr. Thompson?” George snapped, his face hardening. “Jeffrey, I’m not senile yet. I don’t need you questioning my decisions.”
After his father's rebuke, Jeffrey looked at Queena. She stood with her head slightly bowed, the very picture of a docile, obedient daughter. “We should listen to Dad. He would never do anything to harm us.”
Jeffrey fell silent, a sudden feeling of alienation washing over him. The father and sister he had lived with for over twenty years suddenly felt like strangers.
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