Chapter 13

“I am postponing the wedding.” Margaret’s lips twitched, but no words came out. Her face had gone as white as the teacup before her. “Clifton… surely you understand the implications of what you are saying?” she finally managed, her voice a strained whisper. In stark contrast to her shock, Clifton’s demeanor was unchanged. He nodded nonchalantly, prompting a gasp of disbelief from his sister. “Of course,” she breathed. “A man like you would never fail to anticipate the consequences of such a decision.”