“Are you naturally heartless, or do you just not care about your niece?” Mia Dawson snapped, her voice sharp enough to slice through glass.
Zac didn’t flinch. He simply asked, calm and cold, “Are you stalking me now?”
Mia opened her mouth, but he cut her off before a word could escape.
“How did you find out I’m in the office on a Saturday morning, Mia?”
She paused, caught off guard, her brain scrambling for an excuse.
“It doesn’t matter,” she snapped. Her voice rose with emotion. “Tell me, Zac, have you really been so busy that you couldn’t pick up the phone? Not once? Since Aurora left your house, have you even tried to check on her? What kind of uncle are you?”
From where he stood behind Zac, Blake tried and failed to keep the smirk off his lips as he watched Mia’s fury unravel.
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