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    “Mrs. McCoy, have you ever really looked at your son? He’s a total mess! Do you think Tiffany wanted to marry him? Without Sansa’s coercion, Tiffany wouldn’t have nced his way twice! You say your son was tricked by Sansa and A into calling off the engagement with Tiffany, and that he’s not to me?


    Well, he is to me! He’s blind for not seeing the gem he had; he’s utterly blind! You say your son regrets ending the engagement and hasn’t been with anyone else for years? Ha! Don’t mention that again! Your son isn’t single by choice; no woman wants him!


    Now that you found out Tiffany is the famed artist known as Only, you daree back with a marriage proposal? Your fool of a son thinks he has a chance with Tiffany now? How delusional can he be? Why don’t you tell him to aim for the stars instead?


    Tiffany is married to Connor, a true titan among men. How could she ever settle for your son after being with the best? Go home and realize what a disaster he truly is!”


    Hannah’s vehement outburst silenced the entire living room. Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on her, too shocked to respond.


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    The once mocking and boisterousdies now sat in silence, overtaken by fear, wary of bing her next victim.


    Such a rebuke surely meant Divya would be haunted by nightmares for a month, perhaps even suffering health troubles from the stress.


    No one had foreseen the usually mild and elegant Hannah disying such fierceness. Her words sliced sharper than the sharpest tongue.


    No one dared challenge her now.


    The women all behaved.


    Divya, meanwhile, broke down crying. She pointed a shaking finger at Hannah and sobbed, saying, “How can you speak so harshly? It’s rude!”


    Hannah responded coldly, “Politeness is for polite people. Your McCoy family is like a bunch of wild dogs. Why should I show courtesy?”


    “You—” Divya copsed right there.


    “Mom!” Zayn rushed to her side, tried tofort her, and said, “Mom, rx! Come on, wake up!”


    Hannah’s voice was so forceful that Marissa and Landen, upstairs, heard every word.


    They had silently slipped from the room where they were and hid just at the corner of the stairs, listening and watching. They were stunned yet thrilled.


    “My goodness! I had no idea Hannah could argue like that!” Marissa whispered. “I always saw her as the perfect gentle and virtuous woman.”


    Landenughed quietly, his shoulders shaking. “Now you see why my parents haven’t argued in decades?”


    Marissa chuckled. “Because Uncle Sergio can’t win?”


    “Exactly,” Landen nodded eagerly. “The first time they argued, Dad was so upset by Mom’s scolding that he was down for three months. He learned quickly and never dared to challenge her again. Whenever Mom even slightly frowns, Dad just surrenders.”


    “Hahaha,” Marissaughed, her whole body shaking withughter. “Hannah is something else!”


    Downstairs, Divya finally regained consciousness.


    She weakly said, “Zayn, you can’t marry Tiffany. Let’s not embarrass ourselves anymore. Let’s go.”


    But Zayn hesitated to leave. His idol, Only, was there, and he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.


    Seeing her son’s reluctance, Divya pped him sharply. “Your mother is humiliated, and you still won’t let go? Where is your dignity?”


    Zayn sighed, then turned to Hannah and said, “Mrs. Nash, my mother misspoke earlier. I apologize for her. But yourments were too harsh. You owe her an apology.”


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