Ava's POV:
That same afternoon, word came from the police station.
Luke's father learned that his company had collapsed and that his son was suspected of premeditated murder. He suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was rushed straight to the ICU.
Luke screamed that he wanted to see me, and though my father forbade it, I insisted.
The next day, I stood inside the visitation room of the detention center. The moment Luke saw me, he exploded.
"Ava! You damned poisonous woman!" he shouted, slamming toward the glass. "If anything happens to my father, I'll haunt you even in death!"
Without a word, I pulled out my phone, and a recording played—his voice from the snowy mountain filling the room, sharp and ugly.
"Beatrice is a proper socialite, delicate and fragile. U
