Emily’s expression darkened, her shoulders tensing as she processed what I had said. “Of course, he’d swoop in like some knight in shining armor when it’s convenient for him,” she said bitterly.
“He’s always been like this—using his money to fix problems instead of actually being accountable. It’s infuriating.”
I stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond. She wasn’t wrong, but the situation wasn’t as black and white as she made it seem. Cross’s timing and intentions might have been suspect, but his money had saved Vincent.
Emily crossed her arms, pacing back and forth at the foot of Vincent’s bed. “Nora, you need to be careful. I know you have a history with him, but this… this feels like more than him just wanting to help.”
“What are you trying to say, Emily?” I asked, my voice steadier
