To be fair, Natalie had reacted quite well.
After instinctively glancing back at the shocking news, she had quickly shifted to looking around the room, cleverly covering her tracks.
But as the saying went, love made people more sensitive.
In that instant, Olyntel had clearly become sharp-eyed enough to notice every little thing.
With Fu Qian guiding things along, he could easily pick out the details.
That was right. Fu Qian had suspected from the start that Olyntel and Natalie were probably lovers.
Given the former's identity and personality, it was hard to imagine he would come running so readily if not for the power of love.
Natalie's interruptions during their conversation had also revealed a few clues, confirming that he was her lover.
And what about the father of her child?
Fu Qian sized up the butler, who hadn't spoken since announcing Olyntel's arrival.
Although he was impeccably dressed and had a certain air of refinement, he was clearly in a different league from Olyntel—and much older, too.
Truly, no one knew where love might begin, or how deeply it might take root.
"Sir, I have no idea what this man is talking about... Please don't listen to him and let him ruin Mrs. Natalie's reputation."
Faced with Olyntel's death glare, and with both arms in tatters, the butler's composure crumbled in an instant. His face fell.
Marvelous.
After dropping that bombshell, Fu Qian watched the three people involved as their expressions shifted, and felt their emotions roil. He couldn't help but praise the scene.
Ever since the family tutor had appeared, he'd had a vague feeling that tonight would be quite something.
Setting aside all other gains and losses, the sheer melodrama had already made this worth the price of admission.
"Doctor, are you upset because I