"Don't pay them any mind," Grace Winslow said, patting Irene Lynch's hand. "If you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear. They're free to say whatever they want. We just need to focus on living our own lives."
"That won't do. You're my daughter-in-law; how can I let them bully you like this? You just wait. Once your sister-in-law gets here, we'll go put them in their place." Irene Lynch snorted, unable to let the insult slide.
Grace Winslow was helpless.
But she knew Irene Lynch's temperament well.
She might seem gentle with her children and grandchildren, but she had been quite the spitfire in her younger days. She was never one to be trifled with.
Irene Lynch walked Grace Winslow home, then went out to have it out with the gossips.
The entire staff building was in an uproar that night.
The shouting match lasted a full two hours and nearly escalated into a physical fight. Ultimately, the turmoil ended with Irene Lynch emerging as the clear victor.
