“I am a nobleman’s bastard,” she said harshly, years of anger and resentment pouring forth. “My father was the Earl of Penwood and my mother was a maid. Yes,” she spat out when she saw his face grow pale, “my mother was a lady’s maid. Just as I am a lady’s maid.” A heavy pause filled the air, and then Sophie said in a low voice, “I won’t be like my mother.” “And yet, if she’d behaved otherwise,” he said, “you wouldn’t be here to tell me about it.” “That’s not the point.” Benedict’s hands, which had been fisted at his sides, began to twitch. “You lied to me,” he said in a low voice. “There was
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