Andrius POV
A hard smack landed on my face. I didn’t move from where I was standing and maintained a straight stance. I can’t even feel the palm on my face because reality slaps me even harder.
“Beatrice will arrive today. You need to accompany her! She is your fiance!” my mother said. I’m unable to respond since she is now in a wheelchair and terrified of what could happen to her. I just stand back and let her talk.
I wish I could tell them they were the ones who planned the wedding. I didn’t want to marry the Scotts’ heir, but I couldn’t because of what they were saying - they constantly justified mommy’s situation.
“And ...” I took a serious glance at her because of her abrupt quiet. She continued when I believed she wouldn’t talk anymore. Her eyes are now quite frightening. The
