She leaned closer, voice sharp with malice. "Women like me don't like tattletales. When your dad and I have another child, not a single cent of Pearson inheritance will go to you."
Her perfume was thick and suffocating, making my chest tighten and my breath hitch.
Mom instantly pulled me into her arms.
"Justin is having an asthma attack! Quick, get his medicine!"
One of the bodyguards hurried to fetch it, but just as he came downstairs, Bella blocked his path. She took the inhaler and dumped everything into the trash.
"I'm a doctor," she said coldly. "Justin doesn't have asthma, just a little trouble breathing. He'll get over it without medicine."
My throat burned like a fist was clamped around it. I struggled harder to breathe.
Bella's eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction.
"Do you know why you're so weak, Justin? Why you keep getting sick? Because while your mom was pregnant with you, she slept around with countless men and caught something dirty. She passed her disease on to you."
Her smile twisted venomously. “Your mother is a whore who’s been with thousands. That makes you just as filthy. Not like me—I’m clean because I respect myself.”