“I know this past year hasn’t been easy for you and I will explain everything when I get a moment. But I won’t let you ruin Lisa’s reputation.”
I let out a bitter laugh. Eddy, huh? Of course! His precious little prince.
And what were Enid and I to him then? Disposable trophies?
“So your heart breaks when her son cries, but not when your OWN daughter is locked in a dog cage? When she's bitten by some wild animal? Forced to eat slop like a stray? Tell me, Milford—how twisted is your love?”
Milford finally looked at Enid. When he saw the raw, bleeding wounds on her tiny arms and legs, confusion twisted across his face.
“What are you talking about? Enid’s my daughter—I would never let something like that happen to her.”
I froze for a beat. He… didn’t know?
Milford frowned and turned to the butler. “Bring Lisa here.”
Malissa walked in moments later, already crying—tears perfectly timed, voice trembling just right.
“Milo, you’ve got it all wrong… Lori misunderstood me. Enid’s such a sweet little thing—how could I ever hurt her?”