Cynthia slowly dropped her hands, which were clenched to Grey's shoulders, with an absent-minded look on her face.

“Are you okay? You look tired,” Grey observed with a bit of concern when he saw the mood swing in his wife immediately after his mother left.

“What did she tell her?” He wondered.

“Isn't this what you wanted? That I go dance with your good-for-nothing brother while you dance with your mistress?” You and your mother are so despicable, Grey!” She said hoarsely with teary red eyes and made an attempt to move.

“Where do you think you're going?” Grey demanded while he held her wrist tightly, drawing her back with...