I blew into the Smith Group office like a woman possessed.
I stormed straight to Jonathan's desk, slamming both palms down so hard the surface rattled. My whole body shook so hard my teeth chattered, wracked by white-hot rage and soul-crushing grief.
My face was deathly pale, my expression wild with unhinged mania.
"Was it you?! Those people who cyberbullied and humiliated my parents—you hired them, didn't you?!"
Jonathan held my gaze, not a single flicker of guilt crossing his face.
"I arranged it, Queenie. This is the punishment you deserve. Who told you to stab Jasmine with that knife back then?"
My eyes flew wide open, and I gaped at Jonathan in utter disbelief.
"So you decided to drive my parents to their deaths just to get revenge for Jasmine? Don't you remember what you swore
