Chapter 191
Thomas's Point of View
I watched that bastard Morgan leave the house with his provocative strides; he came only to spite me and strike me with the fact that I've become crippled and confined to this cursed chair.
I exhaled in frustration, gripping the weak armrests of my chair with my frail hands. If only I had killed him that day, it would have been better for everyone.
My mind drifted to the past, and I clearly remembered when I placed the muzzle of the gun against his head twenty years ago.
Sweat was pouring from his forehead, but he looked at me coldly and said, "Really, Thomas... you never listen to reason."
I backed down then, lowered the weapon, and handed it back to him, saying in a cautious tone, "Don't threaten me again, Morgan... Elizabeth cannot find out anything."
"You're insane," he replied as he walked away.
He left the room and left me alone. I sat next to Violet on the edge of the bed; she was drenched in sleep like an angel.
