Chapter 79—Ashton’s POV
Her words still echoed in my head, each one hitting like a slap I couldn’t return.
You are your father’s puppet.
She said it like she knew me. Like she had stripped me down and found nothing underneath but blind loyalty and arrogance.
She didn’t understand. She never tried to understand.
She thought grief gave her the right to accuse my father of murder, to tear my world apart with a few reckless words. And when I tried to show her proof, when I tried to give her something tangible, she dismissed it like it was nothing.
What did she expect?
That I would suddenly turn on my father because she was hurting?
I walked back to my office and shut the door, not bothering to acknowledge anyone. My phone was still in my hand. I stared at the recording file again, my t
