Chapter 33

Mrs. Rose entered the master bedroom, its grandeur reflecting the wealth and status of the Kendrick family.

The room was enormous, with high ceilings and elegant crown moldings. Plush carpets cushioned her footsteps as she approached her husband, who was in the middle of changing.

A large, king-sized bed with a canopy draped in luxurious fabrics dominated one side of the room.

On the other side, a seating area with a chaise lounge and a coffee table overlooked the manicured gardens outside through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mr. Kendrick was unbuttoning his shirt, his back turned to her. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his broad back.

"Honey," she began softly, she was cut short by her husband.

"I don't like the way you spoke to Iris. She's your son's wife. She should be given and shown respect. What you and Ivy did was wrong."Mr. Kendrick said as he sighed deeply, removing his shoes and placing them neatly by the bed.

"Rose, I