Charles blinked in shock, blood trickling from his lip as his cheek swelled. Tears filled his eyes, and he turned to look at me, pitifully crying, “Oww, Miss, it hurts…”
Fearing Ethan might strike him again, I rushed to intervene. “It wasn’t his fault; it was all me!”
Ethan turned to me in disbelief, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Elizabeth, how could you betray me?”
Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled Charles over and hid the fragile boy behind me, protecting him from further harm.
Then something caught my eye.
I sneered, rolling my eyes dramatically, and pointed to a woman upstairs. “Oh, spare me! And who was the one who swore he didn’t love her but still ended up in bed with her?”
Ethan and Charles both froze, turning their heads in unison to where I pointed.
Delia sat silently on the third-floor railing, her red dress torn from the night before, tears streaming down her face.
She gazed at Ethan with heartbreak, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ethan had once promised me, or rather, the original Elizabeth, that marrying Delia was purely a necessity and that he would never touch her.