Dominic Hawthorne gave me a sidelong glance, his face unreadable. "I can rebuild this place just as easily as I can reduce it to ruins. Everything depends on you."
I froze.
The phone rang.
I glanced down—Luke Jordan's name lit up the screen.
I checked the time. Noon. At this hour, if he was in the office, he'd usually call me for lunch.
I looked up at Dominic, thinking of the orphanage. I didn't know how to answer the call, so I silenced it.
Dominic said nothing.
Only when the ringing stopped did I ask, "What do you want?"
"Nothing. Keaton Hawthorne just misses you," he said flatly.
I didn't believe him. "How could that be? Didn't you tell your grandfather I caused Leona's miscarriage and wanted to divorce me?"
Dominic loved Leona. He was convinced I'd harmed her.
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