But Callum grabbed my arm before I could finish. “Enough, Elara. This is partly your fault, too. If you had just told her you were coming home, she wouldn’t have mistaken you for a thief.”
He then coughed lightly, trying to soften his tone as he explained, “By the way, this is the widow I told you about. I came back this time to bring you, Mom, and my siblings to Washington for a better life. She kindly came with me to help organize the move. How could you misunderstand her relationship with me? Go on, apologize to her.”
I stared at the man in front of me, disappointment weighing down my chest. Without a word, I turned and walked toward my room.
Behind me, Callum forced a smile and tried to smooth things over with Briar. Then he grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the kitchen. “How about let Elara cook you a nice big dinner as an apology?”
Elara's POV
“You love fried carp fillet, don’t you? I’ll have her make it for you right now,” Callum added.
Before I could react, he shoved me into the kitchen, ignoring my struggle, and tossed a slimy, foul-smelling fish onto me.
“Make a good meal for her. Don’t cause trouble,” he ordered, then shut the kitchen door behind me with a loud bang.