RAINE’S POV
I froze in my tracks. Shocked at her words. It was mean and unnecessary and even though I knew she was deliberately targeting me, I couldn’t help but feel a little bad about it.
I was stuck while my mind struggled to process her words. When I finally opened my mouth to speak, Zayne beat me to it.
“Mom!” He called sharply. From his tone, it was clear that he didn’t like what his mom had said.
Cyril sipped water from his tumbler, shooting daggers at her.
“I wouldn’t take you,” he said, his voice cold as steel, “even if you came with a billion-dollar cheque.”
Diane’s eyes widened. I think everyone at the table stopped breathing for a second.
“Don’t cross me now, Diane. Your daddy is not as intimidating anymore.” Cyril added sternly.
My eyes flicked to Diane. She looked
