I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. "You knew it was Vivian's brother who killed my father, and now you're shoving a forgiveness agreement in my face, asking me to personally pardon the man who took his life. Do you think I'm some kind of fool you can toy with?"
Benedict's pupils trembled. "Phoebe... you already know."
"Fine. Since you already know, I won't hide it anymore. Vivian's brother is the only male heir in her family. And it wasn't intentional. Your father ran a red light in the rain. If you ask me, he had it coming."
Had it coming?
A knot of fury lodged in my throat, too heavy to swallow, too bitter to spit out.
I'd seen the surveillance footage from that intersection. My father had the green light. Now he was dead, and they still had the nerve to smear his name.
Vivian suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, clutching the baby to her chest. "Phoebe, I'm begging you. If you forgive my brother and keep him out of prison, I promise I'll take the child and leave. I'll disappear from Benedict's life for good."
She knocked her forehead against the floor, tears streaming down her face.