But Carson only cried harder, clinging to her like a lost child, his bloodied fingers forgotten as he buried his face in her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jenna… maybe this is karma. Even Mom’s memorial is gone now. The only thing she left me is gone…”
Jenna lifted her head coldly, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at me.
“Bryce, are you satisfied now?”
“I already told you how pitiful Carson is. He never tried to take anything from you; he just wanted a little grace, a chance to honor his mother’s third death anniversary. Now even her portrait is gone. You must be thrilled.”
Without waiting for a response, she rose to her feet, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
“Wreck this birthday party.”
“If Carson can’t properly mourn Aunt Symonne, then Bryce doesn’t deserve a celebration either.”
On her command, the bodyguards began swinging their clubs recklessly, destroying everything in sight. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and chaos erupted.
My heart dropped when I saw the porcelain vase, my mother’s gift, worth two hundred million, teetering on the edge of a table.
I lunged forward in panic.
“No!!”
But I was too late.