"You cut off my card—isn't that basically trying to kill me?"
"All my classmates have the new designer bags. I'm the only one without. What's even the point of living?"
She tossed her phone onto the couch and met my eyes with a smirk.
"Unless you restore my card right now and transfer me fifty thousand for emotional damages."
"Otherwise, I'll show up at your company with a banner and let everyone know exactly what kind of person you are!"
Her shamelessness was almost impressive.
This was the "daughter" I'd raised for ten years.
When Vincent first brought her to me, she'd been wearing ill-fitting hand-me-downs, hiding shyly behind him.
I'd felt for her. Loved her like she was my own.
Took her to the best shopping centers. Enrolled her in the most elite private school.
I'd even neglected my own biological daughter, Irene, just to make Blanche feel included.
And this was the result?
I'd raised a viper waiting to sink its fangs into me.
The front door swung open.
Vincent rushed in, drenched in sweat.
The second he saw the two of us squared off, he froze.
"What's going on here? We're family—can't we talk this out?"
He wiped his forehead, shooting me a look.