I was on the verge of storming out, unable to stand being around them any longer. But before I could make my move, Michael grabbed my hand.
“Let me go!” I said, my voice cracking as tears started to well up in my eyes.
“Is this your new trick? Crying now?” Michael’s tone was dripping with provocation. “You failed to use Lily to threaten me, so now you’re just shedding fake tears?”
My chest tightened, anger rising like a wave. How dare he? How could he stand there, throwing accusations like that after everything? I wrenched my hand away from his grip, my voice shaking with rage. “Shut up! You don’t get to mention her name!”
Michael’s expression shifted to confusion and then anger. “Where is she? I haven’t seen Lily since yesterday!” he demanded, his gaze darting toward Lily’s room.
“Oh, so you’re just now noticing?” I snapped, rolling my eyes in frustration.
“You crazy woman! Where is she?” Michael’s voice rose in panic as he looked toward the direction of Lily’s room.
“I told you, she’s gone,” I said firmly.
Michael’s frustration reached a boiling point. He grabbed a maid and ordered her to bring Lily downstairs, but the maid just stood there, frozen, unable to meet his gaze.