"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a possessive edge, "that child came from me. Fox blood runs in her veins. Don't even think about taking her anywhere."
Her gaze locked onto Lucy. It wasn't maternal love. It was an obsessive, terrifying hunger for ownership.
A chill ran down my spine.
Memories of six years ago flashed through my mind—a reel of nightmares I thought I'd buried. Six years hadn't worn away an ounce of her selfishness.
I tightened my grip on Lucy's hand, my expression darkening.
"Lucy is my daughter. You forfeited any right to her the moment you forced us off that roof."
I stepped forward, shielding Lucy with my body. "You're blocking my path. Planning to use the Fox family's influence to kidnap a child in broad daylight?"
Joanna's face went black. "Don't you dare twist the narrative!"
"That bastard spawn shouldn't have existed in the first place!"
Sensing an opening, Matthew jumped in to fuel the fire.
"Stop lying, Asher! You plotted against Joanna back then. You framed her—that's the only reason she ended up carrying your child!"
He pointed a shaking finger at me. "You thought you could use a baby to control her and seize the Fox assets? Keep dreaming!"