I took a deep breath, ignored Jordon, walked straight to the bed and sat down.
Seeing that I did not speak for a long time, Jordon looked a little angry. He threw me on the bed and locked my hands tightly above my head.
“What are you talking about now? Didn't you ask your sister to call me back?”
As he spoke, he leaned over to kiss me. I was unable to struggle free and could only bite his lips hard.
Jordon felt pain and suddenly let go of me and sat up.
“Diana! Are you out of your mind?
“Just looking at you makes me sick. You fool Grandpa with that innocent act, don’t you? You dragged me back here just to play hard to get—how ridiculous.
“It’s your hypocrisy that’s rubbed off on my daughters. They’ve been raised under your influence and look where that’s gotten them.”
I bit my lower lip tightly until I tasted blood, then I spoke softly to interrupt Jordon, “The children are dead.”
Jordon's expression suddenly froze, but after a moment he sneered, “Diana, you really dare to say anything nonsense. Didn't you just find out today that Annette is pregnant? Do you really have to make up such nonsense?”
After saying this, Jordon stood up and walked towards the door.