She sat in a chair across from me and laced her fingers over her lap.
“I look at you and barely recognize you,” she said, with disdain. “In fact, I can't believe you agreed to the farce, so your sister could fool my son,” she said, and I squinted my eyebrows.
“I am sorry, I don't know what you are talking about,” I said, clearly confused.
“Your mother tried to deny it, and then she collapsed… When I had this conversation with her…” she said, with a chilling voice.
“You caused this?” I muttered, and she shook her head.
“No, you and your w***e of a sister caused it,” she was sharp, ruthless.
“What do you mean? I was in Paris on my honeymoon,” I said,
“Please tell me that I raised you to be smarter than this,” she said, and I straightened my back and held her gaze. For the first
