Chapter 47

Trina lost all reason, grabbing a nearby pillow and pressing it down over Elyse's face. Her expression twisted with rage as she spat venomously, "You wretched bitch! How dare you lay a hand on me? You're asking for death! There's no one in Jedburgh I don't dare to cross!" The more frenzied Trina became, the calmer Elyse remained. A muffled voice emerged from beneath the pillow. "Charlotte is Eugene's daughter." Even through the fabric, Trina heard it loud and clear. Elyse's words struck like a bolt of lightning. She refused to believe it. "That's impossible. Impossible!" Back then, Eugene—who had always been protective of Elise—had already taken up a diplomatic post abroad. He hadn't even been in the country. She had made sure of it before taking action. So how could it have been Eugene? Freed from the pillow, Elyse drew in slow, deep breaths. Her gaze landed on the necklace around Trina's neck. It was a necklace with a simple snowflake pendant. The chain had been replaced, a