"And here I thought you were smarter than Lorian."
Olga's eyes hardened. She shed the worry and the confusion in a single breath. The mother who had been trembling thirty seconds ago stepped quietly aside. The daughter of an industrialist took her place.
She crossed her legs. Her foot dangled in the air. One ankle rested on the opposite knee.
"Cixi is my daughter." This time she did not ask.
Cassian's mouth pulled at one corner. A small, slow smirk. Yet, he gave her no reply.
He did not need to. The smirk was enough for Olga to understand.
A moment ago, her facade had held her. But that smirk took it from her.
Overwhelmed by the thought that her husband had tried to kill her first child. And the same child ... who was pushed from the terrace... and now was alive sleeping behind the closed door.
She had spent the last hour planning to remove from her daughter's life the only man who had kept her daughter alive.
The three facts did not fit inside one chest.
