His mocking gaze sent a chill down my spine.
I realized I had no expectations left for him. "Just sign the papers, David. I'd handle Ryan myself."
David's expression darkened. "You're really not letting this go, are you? I only asked your mom to buy something; I didn't send her out to die. Is it really worth all this fuss over something so trivial?
"Do you even realize that Freya was in so much pain she had to be rushed to the hospital? What's wrong with you? Why are you making a fuss over a sick girl?"
No wonder I smelled antiseptic the moment he walked in.
He had been at the hospital with Freya all this time.
Trivial? Forcing an elderly woman with mobility issues to go out in a storm was no small matter—it was reckless.
I looked up at him, fighting back tears. "David, you're a real piece of work. I must have been blind to have ever fallen for you."
He could hurt me and humiliate me, but my mom was innocent. I had already lost my dad; why did he have to cruelly take Fiona away from me, too?
I could no longer hold back my tears, and they streamed down my cheeks in heavy sobs.