She was right. Back then, I'd knelt before strangers, begged anyone who would listen, worked myself half to death, thrown away every shred of dignity I had, and still couldn't scrape together enough to save my son.
I'd thought Dominic was the same. That he was just as powerless.
But it turned out that ten knocks of the head, a laugh from his mistress, and he could toss that money away without blinking.
None of it mattered now. My son was already gone. Even five million wouldn't mean a thing.
"I don't want your money."
I straightened my spine and turned to leave.
A foot slammed into the back of my knee. I stumbled forward, and my forehead cracked against the glass partition in the corridor.
"Ungrateful bitch!"
Before the dizziness cleared, a full-force slap connected with my face.
"You think you can hit me and just walk away? It's not that easy!"
Vindictive pleasure twisted Eve's features. She raised her hand to strike again, but the one in the wide-brimmed cap grabbed her arm.
"Miss Sullivan, you've hit her back. Let's not drag this out."
The butler tossed a stack of cash at my feet. "We're even."
I bent down slowly.
Picked up the thick stack of bills.
A mocking smile curled across Eve's lips.