Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 134: Battle of Words

Delphinia kept her expression composed, despite the unpleasant tone in the woman’s voice. She offered a polite smile and extended a hand. "I’m Delphinia," she said, keeping her voice steady.

The woman eyed her with thinly veiled curiosity before shaking her hand lightly, as if she were afraid of catching something contagious. "Renata Sinclair," she introduced herself with an air of superiority. "I’m Jason’s mom."

Before Delphinia could respond, Renata tilted her head slightly, studying her. "You look very young," she remarked. "How old are you, dear?"

Delphinia’s smile didn’t waver. "I’m twenty-four."

Renata’s eyebrows shot up, and a few of the other mothers nearby turned their heads, clearly intrigued. "Twenty-four?" she repeated, dragging out the words as if she needed extra time to process them. Then, with a dramatic pause, she added, "That means you must have had Ashton when you were... what? Seventeen? Eighteen?"

A quiet murmur spread through the small group of women who had now turned their full attention toward Delphinia.

"Wow, so young," Renata continued, shaking her head with a knowing sigh. "That explains why I’ve never seen you at these meetings. You must not have been ready to be a mother."

Delphinia felt a sharp sting at the comment, but she forced herself to remain composed.

Another woman, a brunette in a designer dress, leaned in with a smirk. "Did you even finish school? Or did you have to drop out because of... you know?"

The implication was clear. Delphinia inhaled deeply, pressing her lips together as she tried to keep her temper in check.

Renata chuckled lightly. "It’s a shame, really. Throwing away your youth like that. I mean, I suppose it’s admirable in a way, but so many young girls make these impulsive mistakes and don’t realize what they’re giving up."

The brunette nodded in agreement. "Exactly. That’s what happens when kids don’t use protection."

That was it. Delphinia’s patience snapped like a brittle twig.

She let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, tilting her head as she gazed at Renata. "Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t aware this was a public forum for outdated assumptions and unsolicited judgment."

Renata blinked, caught off guard by Delphinia’s sudden shift in demeanor.

The brunette scoffed. "We’re just saying—"

"Oh, I know exactly what you’re saying." Delphinia’s voice was smooth as silk, laced with just the right amount of condescension. "You assume because I’m young, I must be an irresponsible teenager who ruined her life with a poor decision. That I must be some cautionary tale about recklessness and regret." She crossed her arms, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. "But let me clarify something for you, since you seem so invested in my personal history."

She leaned in slightly, her eyes glinting. "I didn’t ’throw away’ my youth. I married a wonderful man, built a life with him, and I have the privilege of being a mother to an incredible child. A child who, might I add, is thriving in one of the most prestigious schools in the country. So, if my so-called ’mistake’ led me here, well..." She let out a light laugh. "I must have made all the right ones."

Renata pursed her lips, clearly irritated that Delphinia wasn’t crumbling under the weight of their words.

Another mother in the group spoke up, her arms crossed. "Still, having a child so young must have been difficult. Most women wait until they’re older, more stable—"

"Oh, you mean like those women who have kids in their late thirties and then spend half their time whining about how exhausted they are?" Delphinia arched a brow. "Or the ones who hand their children off to nannies while they sip mimosas at midday brunches?" She sighed dramatically. "Yes, that sounds far more responsible."

The brunette’s mouth fell open, and a few of the mothers shifted uncomfortably.

Delphinia wasn’t done.

"And as for dropping out of school?" She laughed softly. "That would be quite the scandal, considering I graduated top of my class." She tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Oh, and I also hold a degree. You see, some of us can balance our responsibilities without playing the victim."

Silence.

Renata’s face twitched in irritation, and the brunette looked like she had swallowed a lemon. Delphinia smiled sweetly. "Would you like me to dumb it down for you? Or have I made myself clear?"

Before either woman could gather a response, a new voice cut in.

"I believe you’ve made yourself very clear, Mrs. Walton."

Delphinia turned, bracing herself for another attack—only to find a tall, elegant woman with chestnut-brown hair standing beside her. She wore a sharp navy blazer and held an air of quiet authority.

Renata seemed to straighten in her seat. "Maya."

Maya crossed her arms and glanced at the small group of women. "I couldn’t help but overhear, and I have to say, it’s interesting how much free time some people have to scrutinize others."

Renata opened her mouth, but Maya raised a hand, silencing her. "I’d suggest directing your energy toward your own children instead of prying into someone else’s life. Unless, of course, your goal is to raise them with the same narrow-mindedness you’ve displayed today."

Renata’s jaw tightened, and the brunette huffed, clearly offended. "We were just making an observation—"

Maya’s gaze was sharp. "You were making judgments. There’s a difference."

Delphinia felt a surge of gratitude toward the woman but remained silent, allowing Maya to continue.

"I’d advise you to rethink your approach, ladies." Maya’s lips curled into a polite yet firm smile. "Because while you sit here trying to undermine someone else, I’d wager Mrs. Walton is doing far better than most of you combined."

With that, Maya turned toward Delphinia and offered a small nod of acknowledgment.

Delphinia returned the nod, her lips tugging into a victorious smirk as she watched Renata and the others shift uncomfortably.

The meeting had yet to begin, but Delphinia had already won her battle.