"Take care of her?" The words sent a chill through Clarice. What a thoughtful euphemism for a threat. If he had ever truly taken care of her, Sophia wouldn't have spent the last seven years as a prisoner in that dark room, forgotten by the world outside—so forgotten that most assumed she was dead.
Seriously, did Charles have no shame at all? He kept using his eldest daughter to threaten his youngest into doing his dirty work. And every time, Clarice gave in, even to the point of selling her own body.
"I'll try my best," she said flatly, swallowing her anger.
But Charles wasn't having it. "Clarice, I don't want you to try. I want results. I want a yes." As far as he was concerned, if Theodore didn't come to the Sullivan house, it was all Clarice's fault.
"A yes..." Clarice let
