Nathaniel’s face shifted from red to an ugly shade of blue.
I pressed on:
“If you hadn’t insisted on adopting Evangeline, I wouldn’t have been schemed against and humiliated by her again and again after returning to the Locke family.”
“The one who turned this house into a mess—the one who drove everyone to this point—is you.”
“And now you’re dumping all your sins on me?”
I let out a cold laugh.
“Nathaniel, don’t just call others a bringer of misfortune.”
“You’re not a bringer of misfortune.”
I stepped closer.
“You’re a spineless coward who shirks every responsibility.”
The words poured out of me like a long-awaited storm—
Years of resentment, pain, and blood that had festered in my chest
Finally tearing free, each sentence slicing into Nathaniel like a blade.
This man—the chai
