In Mila's eyes, he must have favored Pheobe Rogers again. Seeing the woman who had been with him for decades look so sad and aggrieved, his heart ached even more. He withdrew his gaze, feeling too guilty to meet Mila Anderson's eyes.
"The mighty Mr. Horne, having to plead with his own Housekeeper just to let his mistress into the household—such a rarity in this world," Mila Anderson released her folded arms and descended the front steps one by one. She wore black mid-heel shoes and walked with an elegant, practiced air.
Face to face, she passed by James and Glades, the Horne brothers.
She did not even glance at James Horne.
James, however, did look at her.
"Mila…" Gian Horne's face flushed red with embarrassment from his wife's mockery.
Mila's words had just pinpointed his current position in the family.
