Aldrin scoffed. “Are you even sure they really have Sienna? What if it’s all a trick? Or worse—what if you’re using her to get money from me?”
I felt like I’d been slapped. “How can you say that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why not? You’re just like your father. He scammed me and disappeared. Maybe you’re no different—using the child to manipulate me.”
His words sliced through me. I could barely breathe.
Before I could respond, Bianca spoke softly, pretending concern. “Please… if this is because of me, don’t fight.”
Aldrin turned on me instantly. “This is entirely her fault. If she had been a better mother, Sienna wouldn’t be missing.”
My knees nearly gave out.
Then the butler rushed in, his face pale as he held out a small package. “A delivery… for you, sir.”
Aldrin opened it.
Bianca screamed.
I collapsed.
Inside was a severed toe. Small. Wrapped in cloth. Bloody.
“Sienna…” My sob tore out of me as I fell to the floor.
Aldrin’s phone buzzed. He played the video. Sienna’s cries filled the room, broken and terrified. “Mommy… help me…”
Then the kidnapper spoke. “No money. No mercy.”
I looked up at Aldrin, desperation consuming me. But he only shrugged.