My father nodded with absolute conviction. "Your settlement was suspiciously generous. I'd been wondering about that. Now it all makes sense!"
I nearly laughed from sheer disbelief. I couldn't help but think back to the day of my accident, when Logan Stephens, a man known for being untouchable and remote, had eyes so red they looked like a rabbit's. He'd held me in a grip that nothing could pry loose, swearing he'd take responsibility for me for the rest of his life.
In the sunlight, the tips of his ears had turned the color of ripe tomatoes.
I couldn't stop myself from pointing out the obvious. "Has it occurred to either of you that the settlement was so large because of me? I'm the one who's worked at Stephens Group for years. I'm the one who's been by Mr. Stephens' side all this time."
A flicker of hesitation crossed my parents' faces.
Ethel scoffed. "Oh, please. Stop deluding yourself. You worked right under Logan's nose for how long? If he were actually interested in you, something would've happened ages ago. But with me? One meeting, and the sparks were flying."
That little speech was all it took. The hesitation vanished, replaced by contempt as they turned their glares on me.