Chapter Twenty-five
Violet's POV:
"How long were you going to hide this for?!"
My vision blurs and focuses.
"Aunt Ophelia."
"How long?!"
Uncle Dan takes her by both shoulders. "Philia, I think you should lower your voice. "
"Lower my voice?" She scoffs. "This child doesn't know what she's battling with!"
"I am not a child."
"You are a child Violet! An irresponsible one at that!"
"Irresponsible?" A chuckle slips free from my mouth. "Didn't you protect grandpa too like I'm doing now?"
"Don't you fucking..."
"Do not speak about my mum like that aunt Ophelia. I will take care of her."
I turn to uncle Dan.
"Where is she?"
"You are not to see her. Never."
"What do you mean I'm not to see her?"
The sound of something rolling echoes in front of us as Damian walks into the off
