Xavier stood frozen, a flood of old memories rushing through his mind.
He had used the excuse "Dora is just young and ignorant" countless times before.
When Dora destroyed Adele's design drafts without consequence, when she secretly took nude photos of Adele, when she almost burned Adele to death, when she hurt Charlie—he had used the same excuse.
And now, she had destroyed his entire career.
And that very knife had now plunged deep into his own flesh.
Dora's sobs grew louder. She rolled on the bed, crying and shouting, "All of you are bad! I can draw on Adele's paper, but why can't I draw on yours?"
Henry and Xavier both fell silent.
It was all because of their own indulgence that Dora had become so unrestrained.
The anger in Xavier's chest felt like it had been doused with cold w
