Delphine held down Mrs. Carter's hand and said softly, "Mother, rest assured, Ignatius won't take his anger out on you."
That man, so proud and aloof, had never truly regarded Mrs. Carter as significant all these years.
Mrs. Carter held onto Delphine and kept talking for a while longer.
The so-called distant relatives had shown up by now. Not a single member of the Leclair Family was in sight, and Delphine—just a young girl—and Beatrice Carter's messy past left them less daring to act out. But seeing as they weren't getting any money, they set their sights on the antiques displayed in the side hall.
"This vase is nice. Beatrice, you have plenty of stuff in your house anyway. I'll just take one home for flower arranging." The woman clutched a Ming dynasty polychrome "Eight Immortals" Flower Vase. Initially intending to stuff it into her bag, she found the vase too large and awkwardly hugged it against her chest, refusing to let go.
