His eyes shimmered with tears as he stared at his bandaged hands, his fingers twitching faintly, as if the memory of pain still lived in them.
Marina inclined her head, her voice coated in syrupy sympathy.
“Oh, Ethan…” she sighed. “You can’t play anymore? How tragic. But really, that’s your mother’s fault—”
The fork slipped from my fingers and clanged loudly against the plate as I stood.
“Don’t you dare twist my child’s thoughts,” I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. “You’re the one who destroyed his hands. You hired those criminals just so your son could steal what belonged to mine!”
A sharp intake of breath rippled around the table.
Marina’s lips quivered as tears spilled down her cheeks. She turned to Dominic, clutching his arm, her voice breaking perfectly.
“Vivienne, why are you attacking me in front of Dominic’s partners? What have I ever done to deserve such cruelty?”
The chair screeched as Dominic shoved it back and stood, rage blazing in his eyes.
“How dare you humiliate Marina in front of my guests!” he bellowed.
Before I could react, his hand fisted in my hair. Pain exploded across my scalp as he dragged me downward, forcing me onto my knees against the icy marble floor.