"So during that kidnapping, your mother already wanted me gone." A cold, broken laugh left his lips.
"Max, it wasn't me! The recording is fake!"
"Get out."
He closed his eyes and refused to look at me again.
"From now on, you and your mother are nothing to me."
From that day forward, I went from being the sister he'd risked his life to protect to the person he despised most in the world.
The shards of that memory were still lodged in my throat when Max's voice cut through, cold as a slab of ice.
"Amber, Mabel's health still hasn't recovered. And since your mother doesn't have long to live anyway, we might as well use her heart to continue Mabel's treatment."
"What?!"
I looked up at Max, stunned. "You've lost your mind!"
"This is my final gift to you. Did you like it? All I had to do was tell him I wasn't feeling well, and your dear brother immediately suggested sacrificing your daughter for the treatment. That's the wonderful brother you've got."
Mabel leaned in close to my ear, her voice soft and dripping with satisfaction.
"Just think about it. Your child, your mother, all gone. Would that break you?"
I stared at her, my voice shaking. "What do you want from me?"