My fingers dug into my palms. “Why? This is my home.”
My mother rubbed her hands nervously, eyes red. “Grace, please be reasonable. Sophie wants Sophie to live with us again. The doctor said he can’t be disturbed…”
I cut her off sharply, “So you want to drive me and Emily away?”
“When Emily had surgery, you said he was dead. Now that he’s alive and getting married, you want to shove us back into this broken house?”
Mr. Shaw slammed his fist on the table, making tea spill onto the expensive Persian carpet.
“Don’t be ungrateful! Sophie is the Shaw family’s only heir. His illness can’t be delayed!”
My mother grabbed Mr. Shaw’s arm quickly, then turned and yanked my wrist so hard my skin stung. “Grace, listen this time, or else…”
“I won’t!” I shouted, breaking free and facing Mr. Shaw’s furious glare.
Before the tension could explode, the door suddenly opened.
Charles appeared in the moonlight, dressed sharply, followed by Sophie.
He lifted his chin, signaling the servant to move luggage into the master bedroom.
The sound of his leather shoes clicking on the bluestone slabs felt like knives piercing my heart.
The pain only deepened.
I stood my ground at the door, refusing to back down.