He let go of my hand and suddenly dropped to his knees.
“Mom, please don’t make things hard for Jada. She’s a good girl.”
His parents glanced at me with disdain.
“A good girl should understand the difference in status between our families. Don’t you think we know how much you’ve done for her?”
Their words made me shrink in shame, clutching Walter’s hand even tighter.
He suddenly pulled out a small knife and pressed it against his own neck.
“If you keep pushing, I’ll die right here. I won’t marry anyone but Jada.”
The determination in his eyes stunned everyone—including me.
In the end, they had no choice. After all, he was their only son. They reluctantly agreed to let me stay, on the condition that Walter would start taking on responsibilities in the family company.
And so, I was moved into the mansion, spending my days working in the family business.
But now, lying on the basement floor, I couldn’t understand why he would believe I poisoned Grandma without even asking me for an explanation.
The darkness stretched on, until a thin beam of light appeared as the basement door opened.
Walter stepped in, holding a bowl of leftover food. He crouched in front of me.