TILDA
“Lady Sheila, quite respectfully, I already told you—I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied.
I had heard a lot about Lady Sheila Belmont and the way she looked down on those she considered beneath her. Still, I wasn’t going to tolerate her insults or her belittling tone.
Yes, I wanted to protect myself and the kids, but there was a limit. I would never again allow anyone to deride me in front of them.
Lady Sheila never stopped until she got what she wanted, especially with Monsieur King always willing to listen to her. I already knew I wouldn’t be an exception.
Soon enough, she would get Monsieur King’s ear, and once that happened, Oscar would be forced to obey his grandfather.
There was nothing extraordinary about me, and Monsieur King would stop seeing me as special once Lady Sheila revealed everything she knew.
She scoffed. “You really think I wouldn’t figure out your little game? Oscar may be blind to it, but not me. Everyone else might be fooled, but I see rig
