“The way I heard it, Mr. Noah’s wife ditched him!”

…

Gianna was at the kitchen door, seething with rage.

She would’ve slapped each of them and sent them packing if this had happened in the past. However, she couldn’t do it now. She didn’t want Noah to think that she was mean to the servants. He might get mad at her.

All she could do was clench her fist, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm so hard that she drew blood.

After a brief moment, she wheeled herself out of there desperat