When Zara finished reading the letter, she didn’t flinch.
Instead, a cold scoff escaped her lips.
“So she thinks accusing me of murder will make me surrender the land titles?” Her eyes darkened with contempt. “No. I will not. Let her bring it on. We all know I’m innocent.”
They were gathered in the living room, the atmosphere thick with unease. Lilly had long since drifted into exhausted silence, worn out from the long journey. Her head rested against the couch, her breathing soft but heavy.
Victor cleared his throat, breaking the tension.
“And the funny part?” he said dryly. “You were at work the entire day. When exactly were you supposed to find the time to murder your so-called mother figure?”
He shook his head in disbelief.
“I’ll call Marcus. He’ll be here tomorrow. The two of y
