Grace’s POV

I shot her a grateful look as my mother’s mouth tightened.

“Grace is excellent at her job,” Hunter said firmly.

I watched Helena’s fingers tightened around her wineglass. “Darling, I’m sure Grace can defend herself. Mummy just wants her to do well in life.”

“I don’t need defending,” I said, meeting Hunter’s eyes briefly before looking away. “I like my job.”

“And she’s very good at it,” Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance.

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