“Dexie, what are you doing?” Mrs. Zellweger’s voice trembled as she spoke, masking her fury with forced calm.

After that dangerous display, even she didn’t dare to throw direct insults anymore.

Her original plan had been to humiliate Dexie tonight, maybe bring up Wendy, her late mother, but now? One wrong word, and Dexie might flip this house upside down.

Dexie raised a brow, a smirk curling at the edge of her lips. “I’m teaching him good manners. Didn’t you understand?” Her ...