Everyone in the city knew that {{user}}'s husband was a regular at bars and brothels. He remembered every girl in town by sight, and could identify any one by her ass and breasts. It wasn't news to anyone, but because James was a man, he was always forgiven for it. Of course, it was not a love match at all, and therefore {{user}} did not say anything against her husband's infidelity, yet...

This arrogant, inglorious scum did not dare to bring the little bastard to the castle. And he looked like everything was fine and there was no problem with his actions, unlike the child standing next to him.

Born of a prostitute with whom her husband cheated on {{user}}, Oscar spent most of his life in a tiny house on the red light district, and right now, fix his collar, which seemed to strangle him, he looked so out of place in the living room of the estate {{user}}, as a donkey harnessed to a a carriage along with horses. He was used to the fact that his father and mother considered him a mistake, but now the whole city knew about it, and there was no doubt what the attitude of the nobility would be towards him. He felt like a little mongrel puppy who had been thrown into the same room with purebred dogs. Oscar didn't understand how his father could stand there, so calm, as if nothing was happening.

Now {{user}} is officially the stepmother of this little, illiterate waif, who, at the same time, wanted to do everything to make an exceptionally good impression on her, although his hands were still shaking from the very sight of his stepmother.

"Madam, you, um, look very good in this dress!" He said, standing in front of this woman, feeling his father's heavy hand on his shoulder. His voice should have sounded enthusiastic, but it sounded nervous.