Ian Quincy spoke up. "I don't really feel like drinking."
"It's not every day you're here. How can we not have a drink?" To show off his magnanimity, Lucas Lee gestured for May Sutton to bring out the liquor. "Go on, open a bottle. If that's not enough, we'll open another."
May Sutton ground her teeth in fury. 'That little bitch, always favoring outsiders over her own family.'
'If only I'd stood my ground and refused to let her come back home.'
Vivian Lee watched with a knowing look. She had said all along they wouldn't be able to save that liquor.
Both of Ian Quincy's "personalities" were equally stingy.
In her past life, he hadn't spent a single cent on her after they married.
When they divorced, he had no assets to his name to be divided. She had traded ten years of her youth for leaving with nothing to her name.
Two years later, she heard that Ian Quincy had thrown himself into a river. She never heard any news about him after that.
'Perhaps he really was dead.'
