Chapter 490
Robert's POV
I felt her cold fingers digging into my forearm, her fractured voice cutting through every wall I had painstakingly built inside myself over the years. There was no pleading in her tone; it was far worse a complete, hollow surrender that was so unlike her.
I looked at my father. He stood there with that sickening composure, like a predator who knew his prey was stepping directly into the trap. And I knew him all too well; Thomas never offered anything without demanding a price.
This was the same man who betrayed my mother the betrayal that drove her to end her own life while I was still a child, too young to comprehend why she never came back. Ever since that day, I could see nothing in his face except the man who had slowly bled her to death.
So what choice do I have?
