Kris was so upset that the veins in his neck were popping from how hard he was clenching his fists.
“Brother...Kris, I was just putting this b***h in her pla—”
“Shut up, Susan,” Kris hissed, staring daggers at his sister. “Is it true? Everything you just said?”
He felt so conflicted. Was this truly how his family had treated Thalassa three years ago? He’d known his family didn’t like her, especially his mother, but had it been that bad?
“Kris, she attacked Mum in the organizer’s office. Look what she did,” Susan said, taking his mother’s hand to show the red marks on her wrist.
“Just answer my question,” Kris gritted out, his anger and anxious need for an answer overshadowing his worry for his mother.
Susan didn’t speak. Instead, it was Thalassa. “Why are you so surprised by what you
