Knox's POV
I stayed calm all the while she tended to my wounds, not just for the effect of the alcohol to reduce, but because I was afraid that I would say the wrong thing or do something more drastic. Her tender care felt disgusting at first, but her persistence was like my mum's. I didn't just see the girl I had brought to ruin in the course of avenging my mother's death, I saw my mother.
It hurt a lot because it also reminded me of what had started the fight in the first place. I had held it in long enough, but she took so much time to walk out of that closet, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
Recalling that my father had sold the very company my mother started from scratch and every drop of sweat, just to prove a point. He had confiscated a few of her accounts and as i
