"Never!" I shouted, losing all semblance of control. "The only way you could ever repay us is if your parents drop dead to make up for my father’s life! That’s the only way you’ll deserve forgiveness!" In a surge of rage, I grabbed her hair, yanking her down toward me.
This car—my father had left it to me—and she dared to sit in it? Hudson reacted instantly, grabbing my wrist and twisting it painfully until I released my grip. He shoved me to the ground, the lunch box tumbling from my hands, its contents spilling out like my shattered composure. My already burned arm scraped against the rough pavement, tearing the skin open and drawing fresh blood.
It was clear. Hudson had chosen his side. He stood defiantly between me and Harper, glaring with a mixture of anger and protectiveness. "Aubrey, are you out of your mind? What do your family’s issues have to do with Harper? Why can’t you stop being so unreasonable?"