He didn't answer directly, but the implication was obvious.
Melanie Sinclair was going mad with jealousy, but she quickly found a way to rationalize it. 'Hmph. She only got where she is by sleeping her way into Young Master Quincy's bed. Trash is trash. What else can she do besides seduce men?'
'A useless piece of trash like Claire Sinclair, with no real talent, will definitely be tossed aside by Young Master Quincy soon enough.'
'And they call her "Young Madam." Pah!'
...
Once in the car, Claire held her mother's memorial tablet, her head bowed in silence.
Adrian Quincy drove in silence. There was so much he wanted to say, but seeing the look on her face, he couldn't bring himself to disturb her.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Evergreen Garden.
Claire wanted to open the car door, but the moment her hand touched the handle, she flinched back in pain and had to switch to her other hand.
Just as she was about to open it, the door suddenly swung open.
