The man's sudden cold expression instantly silenced the living room.
Susan Sterling now felt as if she were enveloped in a cloud of cold air, making her shiver. Faced with the look Damien Valerius was giving her, she couldn't help but swallow hard. "You... Wh-Why are you looking at me like that? I... I'm Aurora's aunt. Is it wrong for me to discipline her?"
Damien Valerius's icy gaze swept over Susan Sterling. 'She's like a bitch at the circus jumping through hoops—just a cheap, shallow trick to get attention.'
The man extended his large hand and, in front of all the Sterlings, maids, and butlers in the living room, firmly grasped Aurora's. "First, I don't care about Aurora's past. In fact, I doubt the authenticity of this so-called past of hers. Second, she is my fiancée. I can accept her past, and I will also take responsibility for her future. Third—" Damien Valerius paused and looked at Susan Sterling. "I don't want to hear anything like what you said today ever again."
