"Antonia is her only sister, and now she's been diagnosed with leukemia. If we don't save her, who will?"
"Those assets are just material things. If they can buy Antonia her life, it's worth it."
A laugh tore out of me, sharp and ugly enough to cut glass.
"You owe Isabel Henson a life? Then pay it back yourself."
"You want bone marrow extracted, roll up your own sleeve. Stop volunteering my body like it's yours to give."
My words hit a nerve. Maxwell shot to his feet, the chair scraping back behind him.
"My marrow wasn't a match. Yours is. That's fate."
"You're the lady of the Gilbert family. You've enjoyed years of wealth and luxury. Giving a little blood and bone is too much to ask?"
"Besides, if you hadn't insisted on marrying me back then, Isabel never would have left heartbroken, and she never would have been in that fire."
"This is your atonement, Amy."
My hand moved before my mind caught up. The slap connected with Maxwell's face so hard the crack echoed off the study walls.
"Maxwell Gilbert, if you've contracted rabies, go get a shot. Don't stand here frothing at me."