"Take them with food," I whispered. "They're strong."
Victoria clutched the pills to her chest like a treasure, while Alexander's expression softened as he looked at her.
"See? Lauren's finally being useful. In return, I'll allow you to keep the only photo of your deceased brother. The rest I'll burn tonight."
The moment he mentioned my brother, my knees nearly gave out. The photo was all I had left of him after Alexander's lawyers blocked me from even attending his funeral.
Victoria suddenly stood up with a glass of red wine in hand, and deliberately poured it over my white birthday dress—the last gift my parents had given me before they died. Then she fell on it and moaned dramatically.
Alexander immediately lifted her into his arms, cradling her like precious porcelain.
"Call the Healer immediately!" he barked at the housekeeper. "And get her some water!"
The urgency in his voice made everyone look at me with contempt, as if I'd somehow caused her discomfort.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly inside.