I stood up and walked toward her slowly, gripping her chin between my fingers.
“Since this mouth of yours talks so well,” I said softly, “let’s sew it shut.”
For the first time, panic flashed across Melina’s face.
She struggled violently. “You wouldn’t dare! You’re nothing but an orphan. Cedric won’t let you get away with this!”
I laughed. “Right. I’m an orphan. But does that mean I’m supposed to let you bully me?”
After my father’s affair, I had convinced myself that my only family was my mother.
So, when she passed away, I considered myself an orphan.
My father was a terrible husband, but at least he was still somewhat of a father.
When I was with Cedric, he had secretly called me and told me I could use his influence so that Cedric's grandfather wouldn’t oppose our relationship.
But I had refused.
I never expected that, in the end, I would still have to rely on his power.
Not wanting to waste any more words on her, I stepped aside. The two doctors my father had sent moved forward, needle and thread in hand, and began stitching Melina’s mouth shut.
Blood soaked into her white dress.
Her heart-wrenching screams slowly faded into muffled whimpers.
I had her locked inside the operating room.