Mildred Montag Quotes Novels & Stories

Mildred’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow, dangerous smile spread across her face. “Well, well,” she murmured, stepping back from the door. “Looks like the lady of the house decided to pay a visit. What should I do, Gerald? Let her in?” “Don’t you dare,” Gerald whispered harshly, his mind racing. He needed a plan, and fast. “Tell her to leave. She can't find me here.” Mildred tilted her head, clearly enjoying his desperation. “Oh, but I think I’ll let her in,” she said, her hand moving to the doorknob. “It’ll be so much more... interesting that way.”

'What favour might that be? 'Oh, Hector, you must not listen to Mildred', his mother said, looking hard at her friend. 'She just likes making excuses so that she doesn't take the credit for her noble deeds', she said, then yawning, 'when is that food going to get ready? I am famished!' As though on cue, there was a knock, then poking her head in, the maid announced, 'the food is served, Lyncan king!'

Mildred asked, her eyes looking at Simon and the woman as the both of them shared a look. "None I can say at the moment." Mildred didn't catch the meaning of the word the lady said as she nodded her head. "Thank you very much, Mr. Cian, you're godsent." She thanked him, but her eyes left Simon too soon and peered at the lady because she had missed seeing his raised eyebrows. "I should probably go to bed, I feel dizzy," she yawned. She didn't know why but her head suddenly was feeling light. She had been shown to her room earlier so she left Simon and the lady.

I stood up and quietly walked to them, they were seated so it felt like I was towering over them. “I’ll forget the part where you called my child a ‘rubbish thing’..” I said firmly trying to cover up the way my voice was trembling. “But don’t expect me to swoop in and save your good for nothing son like Scarlett did.” The room went silent. You could hear a pin drop. Mildred eyes widened slightly as she opened her mouth but closed it back. Seeing her like this gave me unexplainable pleasure.

Lydia involuntarily took a step back, feeling relieved that Wythe wasn't home today! "What do you want? How did you get in here?" Lydia demanded, her voice trembling. Mildred sneered, "How I got in is none of your concern. You just need to know one thing: you're going to die soon!" Lydia's heart pounded as she scanned the room, trying to find a way to escape! Seeing Lydia's intention, Mildred stood up from the sofa, her tone icy as she said, "Trying to escape? It's useless. Today, you won't get away!"

I tried to offer support as I stood beside him. “It won't. It will never be fine. The truth is already in front of us. Mildred is a possible suspect. She's obsessed with things, she always wants things to go her way and she gets so angry whenever things don't go her way. Her husbands divorced her, she didn't divorce them and do you know what my sister said to me today?” He paused, exhaling sharply. “She said I'm not supposed to be married when she isn't and I'm not supposed to have pups when she doesn't have hers.” I heard that. When Malcolm asked me to go instead, I could still hear their conversation from the sitting room.

Mildred said, her head shaking slightly as she said it. “Please don’t speak to me as if I am an idiot, Mother. Anyone could see that was obviously not the case. I just don’t know when it all started. I’d always assumed you found solace in the arms of that vile creature after Da passed, but now, I’m not so sure.” Mildred looked at the officer she’d been speaking to, who was now at least a foot closer to the door, and at Charlie before she said quietly, “Mary Margaret, I’m not sure now is the time to discuss such matters.”