Not long after, a servant led Clarence and his wife into the house.
Mrs. Thompson wasn't thrilled-more like downright pissed. Back in the day, Margaret was nowhere near her level, and now she had to come crawling for help from that woman? It was a joke.
Clarence tried to play peacemaker and soften things up.
Mrs. Thompson scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now you're trying to be the nice guy? Please. Back then, you didn't even come close to matching her talent. If it weren't for my dad showing favoritism, that top award never would've gone to you-it would've been hers. She deserved it."
Clarence hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "Can we not? That's all in the past."
Still sneering, Mrs. Thompson added, "Sometimes I almost feel sorry for her-wasting her life on a h
