"You!" Fiona was breathing hard with anger, glaring at Ivan. "How can you just let her trash-talk me like that!"

Ivan frowned in displeasure. Just as he was about to speak, a light voice cut through the tension.

"Wasn't Martha just stating facts?"

Despite the scorching heat, Caroline walked calmly to the door in her cotton slippers.

"Martha, you can go now."

"Will you be okay by yourself?" Martha cast a wary glance at the two visitors.

Fiona had gotten ...