Ethel's expression twisted with venom. "Yes, we do! Our whole lives, she's lorded it over me. Everything she did was better, everything she had was more. Before, she was at least useful as my personal ATM, so I put up with it. But I'm about to rise to the top, and she's nothing but dead weight now. If I don't settle this score while I can, what, am I supposed to let her stick around and dirty my shoes?"
"Mom, Dad, didn't you just say you'd do anything for me? Well, I want her dead. Right now!"
It was still a human life, after all. Our parents hesitated, unable to commit.
But Ethel's expression twisted into something unhinged. "Once Logan and I are married, imagine the headlines: 'CEO's wife has a crippled sister.' That kind of negative press could tank the stock price. What if he divorces me over it? We're talking about the entire Stephens Group!"
That was all it took. Our parents' eyes hardened, filling with a cold resolve.
For Ethel's sake. For wealth and status. They were actually going to kill me.
But I didn't have time to grieve. All I wanted was to survive.
I was alone, injured, and no match for three people.
Run.