Eleanor Bishop fought back the ache in her heart, her voice trembling. "Archie, how... how could you say that..."
"What do you want me to say? Eleanor Bishop, what kind of impression did you think I had of you? I've tolerated you for this long, and I've reached my limit. Don't provoke me again and again! As for the Bishop Family's affairs, I'll take care of them for Rory's sake. And you had better keep the promise you made today. From now on, don't disturb our lives. Don't even appear in our lives. I don't want my daughter to grow up and learn that her mother was a shameless, scheming liar who climbed into her father's bed!"
Archie Lockwood's words, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, viciously pierced Eleanor Bishop's heart.
Eleanor Bishop steadied herself, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile. "A liar?" 'So in Archie's eyes, that's all I am... a liar…'
Archie Lockwood took a step closer, smirking coldly. "Calling you a liar would be a compliment!"
