He continued, “You pushed Sofia into doing something vicious. I was willing to have her apologize, and you interfered. Have I been too lenient with you all these years?”
A chill crept through me. “What are you accusing her of?” I demanded. “As long as I’m alive, you will not lay blame on her.”
For one foolish second, I had thought he might have learned about Sofia’s accident and come to accompany us to the cemetery.
Instead, Roxanne stepped forward, slowly removing her mask.
Her face was covered in red rashes. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked at Vincent. “It’s alright,” she said softly. “Maybe Sofia didn’t understand what she was doing. She probably didn’t mean to cause my allergy.”
Her false gentleness only fueled his anger.
“Stop defending that child,” Vincent snapped. “Alessandra put her up to this. She used Sofia to ruin your face.”
My mind went blank.
“That’s your daughter,” I shouted. “What exactly are you planning to do to her for this woman?”
Before I could say more, his hand struck my face. The sting was sharp enough to make my ears ring.