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It was already past ten, and it was unbearably hot outside. She wasn't going out to cool off; it was clear she was showing the guest out.
Melody Fisher was sharp-witted and understood the implications of Amelia Clarke's subtle hints. She got up and excused herself to leave.
Just as she reached the door of the sitting room, remembering Amelia's threat to complain and the consequences of Mr. Moreland's anger, she couldn't help but shiver and turned back with a pitiful look to Amelia, "Mrs. ..."
Amelia Clarke smiled, "Mr. Fisher, rest assured, I'm not someone who can't keep her mouth shut."
Melody Fisher: "..."
Once she stepped outside the door of the detached house, Melody Fisher wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
She had just experienced it firsthand. Indeed, the woman Mr. Moreland had chosen. Her sharp tongue and temperament were so much like his.
