Mary clenched her jaw, fury barely contained.
Did the woman in front of her really think she was flattering her?
"Miss Morgan, I thought you were smart, but it seems I thought too much," Mary said icily.
Sophia didn't flinch. "Mrs. Wright, when you say you 'thought too much,' are you talking about paranoia? If so, I recommend you see a doctor sooner rather than later—illnesses get worse the longer you ignore them."
"You—" Mary snapped.
"Mrs. Wright, did you invite me here for coffee to talk business?" Sophia asked, cool as a cucumber.
"Don't play dumb. I know why you're here—you're here because of your mother!" Mary leaned in, venom in her voice. "Frank already told me. You're Aurora's child. You showed up suddenly—you came for your mother, didn't you?"
Sophia lifted her chin, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Mrs. Wright already knows—so why ask? Isn't that just humiliating for you?"
