He couldn't tolerate anyone destroying his marriage.
…
"Mom, who was that just now?"
In the coffee room, Sophia Cobb watched a long-haired figure leaving, probably someone she had never seen in the upper social circles of the capital before, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"An artist," Linda Kent replied casually.
"Where did this artist come from? So young? There are plenty of rich young men in the capital who love this type; isn't that something they'd fight for?"
Sophia knew all too well the ways of the young men of the capital, who claimed to love liberal arts but during parties, their eyes only sought out those with big chests.
And Lydia Shire, with her artistic young woman appearance, indeed had an attractive figure. Wasn't that just what those young men liked?
In the daytime, they'd flaunt with an artsy girl, and at night they'd party wildly.
