Chapter 175

"Would I ever humiliate Vivian in public?" Margaret snapped, her violet eyes flashing with indignation.

Adrian remained composed. "That wasn't my implication."

Vivian gave him a fleeting glance before turning to follow Margaret.

The late arrivals were Crestwood's elite, those with deeper connections to the Blackwood dynasty. Whispers about Vivian's rumored divorce had reached many ears. To them, a commoner daring to leave her billionaire husband could only mean one thing - a calculated play for greater wealth.

Earlier gossip about Vivian's pink diamond necklace resurfaced as guests compared it to Margaret's exquisite violet jade pendant. While elegant, the jade couldn't compete with the diamond's dazzling brilliance.

Isabella Thornton, known to be Margaret's confidante, seized the opportunity to approach. After a dismissive once-over of Vivian, she turned to Margaret with a probing smile. "I heard the young couple had some... disagreements recently." Her deliberate mention of private matters in Vivian's presence spoke volumes about her disregard.

But her motive wasn't drama - it was reconnaissance. Should Adrian and Vivian divorce, it might create opportunities for women in her social circle.

Margaret sighed theatrically. "Modern youth value their independence too much. I couldn't stop their impulsive marriage, just as I can't control their quarrels or potential divorce." Her message was clear - she neither approved of Vivian's place in the Blackwood family nor believed the marriage would last.

Isabella nodded knowingly before turning to Vivian with faux concern. "Darling, since you've married above your station, you should know your place. Don't let ambition cloud your judgment." Her gaze lingered pointedly on Vivian's diamond necklace.

Vivian's nails dug into her palms, but she maintained perfect composure. This was Beatrice's birthday gala - causing a scene would only validate their prejudice. She offered a polite smile as if oblivious to the insult.

Across the room, Adrian observed the exchange, his stormy gaze darkening. Beatrice noticed his reaction and murmured, "Vivian's endured much since joining our family."

Adrian's jaw tightened. "You haven't seen her at her most formidable."

Beatrice pressed, "No matter how sharp her tongue, she can't combat this tide of malice alone. She's your wife. Only when you publicly cherish her will others follow suit."

Something unreadable flickered across Adrian's face.

Seizing the moment, Beatrice nudged him. "Go to her. Stop brooding here like a storm cloud. I have acquaintances to greet."

After a brief hesitation, Adrian strode toward Vivian. Nodding politely at the gathered ladies, he focused entirely on his wife, his presence an unspoken shield against further barbs.