She didn't move. Instead, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous, manipulative whisper that she probably thought sounded caring.
"I don’t know what you’re planning to do, Astor, but if you bring that girl back into our lives, if you try to replace me, I’m sorry, but it will be the last time you see our daughter." Her eyes were cold, calculated. "It will completely break Isabella’s heart to see you choose someone else, and I won’t stand by and let that happen. For her sake, you need to send Faith away."
Manipulative. b***h.
She could threaten me, she could belittle me, but she would never use my child as a weapon.
I stood up slowly, the scraping noise of my chair echoing in the sudden quiet room. I walked around the desk, stopping right in front of the door, and opened it
