Ava's POV
My eyes moved across the room slowly, my smile cold and full of disdain.
“When I was ten,” I said quietly, “you had Grandma beaten so badly she ended up in the hospital. Did you forget she was family then?”
The temperature in the room dropped. Silence pressed in.
I didn’t stop there.
“For over twenty years,” I continued, “you didn’t give her a single cent. Not for support, not for my upbringing, not even when she was struggling to keep herself alive.”
Magnus’ jaw tightened. Beatrice’s fingers curled. Laura’s breathing changed, just slightly.
“But now,” I said, my smile sharpening, “now that there’s inheritance involved… suddenly she becomes family again?”
My head tilted faintly.
“What are you?” I asked. “Thieves? Or just opportunists who learned how to pray when somethin
