Anna didn’t hold her father, Alexander, in any regard, so how could she possibly care about the rest of them?
“Anna, you’re going too far!” Henry finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Pointing at Anna, he shouted in anger.
He hated her deeply, wishing she would just die and give her heart to his sister—it would at least be of some use.
Anna raised her eyes and glanced at the malice in Henry’s gaze. She curled her lips into a faint smile before her eyes landed on his pointing finger. Calmly, she asked, “Do you want to keep that finger?”
Her words, delivered without any emotion, sent a shiver down Henry’s spine, and he quickly retracted his hand. Though his anger was still bubbling, fear held him back.
A moment later, Anna tossed the now-empty snack wrapper into the trash, stood up from t
