Clarice froze. Even now, Charles still wouldn't call a doctor. "Dad, if the fever keeps going, she's gonna end up brain-damaged."
She snorted at her own words. Brain-damaged? Wasn't Sophia already like that? Clearly, Charles didn't care about any lasting effects because he believed she was already gone.
With a bitter smile tugging at her lips, Clarice looked at Charles's twisted face and let out a cold laugh.
Yeah, Sophia had lost her mind—but she was still Clarice's sister. She was Charles' daughter, once the apple of his eye. And she'd been driven to madness by this very man.
"Fine!" Clarice snapped, biting her lip hard as she glared at him with pure hatred.
"If you won't get a doctor, I will. And when I do—don't think only the people here will find out Sophia's lost it.
