Finally, he spat out the words, his voice raw:
“Sophia, someone as cruel as you is unworthy to ever set foot in the Miller Family!”
I couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh as I looked at him.
“Ethan, you speak of compassion and duty as though it were some great virtue. If that’s how you see it, then perhaps our engagement truly deserves a second thought.”
At my words, a flicker of panic crossed Ethan’s eyes. After all, much of the Miller Family’s reputation in the industry had been built on the unique designs created by the Carter Family.
I sneered, my voice soft yet cutting, each syllable deliberate.
“Ethan, tell me—does Chloe truly have nowhere to go, or is it simply that you’re eager to give her a home?”
Chloe’s sobbing hitched, her gaze darting in panic before she lowered her head again, shrinking behind Ethan as though I were some merciless executioner.
I lifted my chin, taking measured steps toward them.
Ethan faltered. Under the pressure of my advance, all he could do was retreat step by step.
My laughter was cold, wrapped in frost.
“You call me cruel, heartless.