He frowned and walked toward me, his gaze sweeping over me with cold indifference.
"Still haven't given up? You're all alone. What could you possibly do to fight me?"
My voice was steady.
"As long as there's even a sliver of a chance, I won't give up. I will make you pay for what you've done."
He let out a derisive laugh, as if watching a comedy unfold.
"Should I call you naive, or just plain stupid? Empty words. Who's going to believe you?"
A servant noticed something was wrong and came running over, shouting in a panic.
"She went into the study—she was in there for a long time! Stop her!"
His gaze turned ice-cold at those words, boring into me.
"I underestimated you. Hand it over. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen."
But Charles reached out and took my hand, his voice still gentle.
"Abigail, just give him the USB drive. Stop being so stubborn."
"That was my grandfather."
My voice came out raw, torn.
"I'm not giving it to you. No matter where I have to go, I'm going to tell the truth."
Freya's eyes went wide with rage, the whites shot through with red.