So—she was saying my daughter’s death was deserved?
I shoved her hard.
“Shut your filthy mouth! You, a murderer, have no right to speak of my daughter. Take your bastard and get out!”
Vanessa stumbled backward, caught just in time by Anthony. He gave me a cold look.
“Diana, watch your mouth. You’ve already lost the lawsuit. Cherry’s death was an accident. What right do you have to speak to Nessa like that—let alone lay hands on her?! Apologize, now!”
Nessa? How affectionate.
“Anthony, have you forgotten who your wife is? Your mother deliberately invited Vanessa to this family gathering to disgust me. She and you both insulted me and Cherry, and you just stood there."
"Fine—I’ll treat it as you wanting to play the dutiful son. But Cherry died so miserably, and Vanessa still dares to mock me, bringing this money to provoke me. Don’t tell me you don’t know that 666 sounds like go to hell. Are you going to keep pretending you’re blind?”
A flicker of hesitation crossed Anthony’s face—he seemed to realize how inappropriate this was.
But before he could speak, Cooper, who had been standing between us, suddenly burst into loud sobs.