Originally, Charlotte stole her husband. Now, Charlotte's daughter is stealing her daughter's fiancé. They are simply like robbers.

 

"If I haven't died by then, I'll definitely come to celebrate with a cup of wedding wine. Mrs. Brown, such a upright person, I never expected her to raise a son like James, who is so fickle. A person like him isn't worthy of Isabella."

 

"Hum, speaking so self-righteously. It seems you're still in the dark," Emily sneered.

 

"What do you mean?" Eleanor looked confused.

 

Emily leaned in, her voice becoming sarcastic and sharp. "Hasn't your precious daughter told you why James rejected her? Isabella got involved with some wild man, even...