Nathaniel choked, his tone sharp with impatience.
“Vivian! This concerns Emily’s safety. Can’t you just speak properly?”
Seeing the veins throbbing on his forehead over Emily’s anxiety, I smiled.
A single word from Alexander of Northford could send someone soaring to heaven or plunging into hell.
Did Emily call him kind? That’s right. The young master of the Quinn family who broke the jade bracelet was only given two spankings—and that was it. As for the others? No one knows how they died.
I was silent for two seconds, then decided to give them one last chance.
“Why not call the police?”
With the police present, the Quinn family would at least be more cautious.
“Why? Why call the police?”
Emily stared at me with wide eyes.
“The bracelet has been repaired, and Alexander has approved it.”
“Vivian, you keep talking about calling the police. Are you hoping I’ll go to jail?”
She seemed to have a sudden realization, a look of twisted enlightenment on her face.
“I see! Are you jealous of Nathaniel’s kindness to me, so you want me to die in prison?”
“Then Nathaniel will be completely yours, right?”
She turned to Nathaniel and forced a smile uglier than tears.