Margaret Grant returned to her seat with a huff. The moment she dropped into the chair, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, ignoring the man beside her.
She actually wanted to go after Lynette and console her but Edmund's glare had stopped her. Even as she sat down and refused to look at him, she knew her husband was angry. She could practically feel his disapproval from where he sat beside her.
And she could guess the reason for it.
But she refused to back down or think too much about it. As far as she was concerned, she had done nothing wrong. Someone had to stand up for Lynette, and if nobody else was willing to do it, then she would do it herself! Why should her poor grand daughter suffer because of Vanessa?
