“Dad! How did you lose your leg? You only fell from the second floor! It shouldn’t have cost you your leg!”
My father stirred at the sound of my sobbing and opened his weary eyes to look at me.
“It was Alaric” he said weakly. “He forced the doctor to amputate my leg.”
“What? Him?”
He wasn’t satisfied with destroying my mother, he had to ruin my father too.
The fury in my heart ignited and I felt like tearing Alaric apart with my bare hands.
Just then, my lawyer called.
“Xavier, check the latest news.”
I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. All the news reports were spinning the same lie, that my mother had been drunk and crossing the street recklessly when she was hit by a car.
But my mother didn’t drink. And she didn’t cross the road. It was clear Selene had fabricated the video to protect Alaric.
They already had the crucial evidence, without it, they could twist the story however they liked.
I was shaking with rage and my father, watching the broadcast, was so devastated, he coughed up blood.
Since my mother’s death, my father’s health had worsened day by day. He had even been thrown from a building.
And now this.
I felt utterly helpless.