Just as Nigel thought she was about to soften, Allison’s tone changed. It became calm and distant. “If you really want to make me happy, it’s very simple. Do you want to know how?”
Nigel’s eyes lit up instantly, like a fool ready to agree to anything the moment she spoke.
Looking into those bright eyes, Allison felt a deeper chill settle in her heart. He played the part of a good brother flawlessly. Yet in his world, even blood ties could be weighed and traded.
She sneered, and her voice turned sharp when she answered, “Give me back my identity. Make Sherrie return it. Then I’ll forgive you.”
Nigel didn't move, but the light in his eyes faded, replaced by something cold and indifferent.
A few seconds later, Nigel’s face darkened, and his tone was filled with anger. “Why are you still
