Chapter 317

Vivian forced an awkward smile, uncertain how to react. She'd always known Margaret had a superiority complex, but this level of audacity was unexpected.

Had Margaret really come just to flaunt her connections?

"Insolence!" William slammed his fist on the table, his expression thunderous. "Do you forget this isn't Newport City? You're standing on Baldwin territory. One more word upsetting my wife, and I won't hesitate to teach you a lesson."

Margaret rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, how terrifying. William, we were childhood sweethearts. Your wife and I used to be inseparable. Is this how you treat old friends?"

"You—" William's knuckles turned white as he raised his fist.

Vivian immediately stepped between them. "Uncle William, she's not worth your anger. Miss Whitmore has the emotional intelligence of a toddler. Arguing with her is pointless."

Years in the Blackwood household had taught Vivian patience. Margaret wasn't evil—just insufferably blunt with a talent for provocation.

Ironically, Margaret was Harborview City's most generous philanthropist, donating millions annually. That's why Vivian never truly resented her, despite the constant bullying.

"Listen to Vivian," Eleanor sneered, placing a restraining hand on her husband's arm. "Don't lower yourself to a madwoman's level."

Vivian turned to Margaret. "This is a private family gathering. As an outsider, you should leave."

Her harsh tone concealed genuine concern. The Baldwins ruled Edinburgh like royalty, with military power backing their influence. Even the Blackwood name wouldn't protect Margaret here.

"Private?" Margaret's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "You're not family either, yet you're sitting pretty."

Vivian exhaled sharply. Some people just couldn't be saved.

Coddled her entire life, Margaret had zero survival instincts.

Nathaniel's voice cut through the tension like ice. "Margaret, any blood ties between Whitmores and Blackwoods ended with your marriage. State your business or suffer the consequences."