“I…” Madam Fitzergald's expression changed. Ethan spoke over her before she could defend herself.

“You want what is best for her? The Harrison household is the equivalent of hell to my wife.”

“Do you think you deserve credit for forcing her into hell? Do you think her life is yours to control? What a joke!”

“You –” Madam Fitzergald's face flushed red with rage. She pointed at him but the words would not come.

“I could not care less what you think,” Ethan snorted, ...