The man’s harsh voice filled the room, full of clear hate, saying I was a “worthless Mrs. Payne,” saying I stood in his sister’s way, so I had to be gotten rid of.
Zion’s expression changed.
At that moment, Maeve was helped into the room.
She looked pale, her eyes swollen. “It’s not true… I don’t have a real older brother.”
She looked at Zion, and tears dropped at once.
“Brother Zion, trust me, how could I do something like that? I don’t even dare step on an ant, how could I hurt anyone?”
“Is it because I’m carrying a boy that Natalie hates me this much? That she would try to throw this kind of dirt on me?”
Zion’s look turned even colder.
He turned back toward me, his eyes showing nothing but disappointment and irritation.
“To think you’d try to blame Maeve like this, you’ve crossed the line!”
He stopped, his eyes sliding over my pale face, and his voice suddenly took on a teasing, mocking tone.
“You didn’t seriously put on this pitiful look to make me soften, did you?”
Right then, the last bit of warmth in my heart went completely numb.
In an instant, I felt nothing at all.
No hurt, no anger, no need to explain.