Neville’s eyes filled with outrage as he remembered the countless letters, urgent transactions, and sleepless nights.
“Who are you?” Gerard recoiled from Orange in superior disdain.
you
“Why would you do it?” Ellie’s voice came out controlled and barely above a whisper.
Orange had been reaching for the handcuffs in his pocket, but he paused, awaiting the aristocrat’s response—who quite unexpectedly burst out in sardonic laughter.
“Why would I not? Should I have stuck around and watched that floundering marsupial of a son squander away all my money? My name? Everything I have worked for?”
“Don’t you speak of our son that way!”
“You know he was an embarrassment.” Gerard hissed. “My motives were purely benevolent. I was determined to see the Ascariot name go down in history, but n
