Saintilia's POV
Emilio chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You are too young and naïve. She is not your aunt. She simply wanted your property. I just made it easier for her to get rid of you,” he explained, his tone mocking and condescending.
“Well, I hope she’s happy and tell her I wish her lots of luck because Jonas worked hard for it,” I shot back, mentioning Jonas with a deliberate intent to provoke a reaction.
I saw a subtle change in Emilio's expression, a flicker of something unreadable, but it was there for only a moment before his mask of indifference returned. “What did I ever do to you to deserve such treatment from you?” I asked, my voice breaking despite my best efforts to maintain composure.
Emilio ignored me, his silence a cruel and effective weapon. “You
