CHAPTER 37
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2024-10-09 20:53:06

Anticipation hung in the air as Mrs. Karishin walked towards the front door. It opened, revealing her elegant figure. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the balloons, a cake, loads of decorations, and her portrait displayed in the center.

Though surprised to see a party, she had no clue what was happening.

“What the heck is this?” she asked, attempting politeness, but her tone came out demanding.

Oliver, Liam, Noah, and James flinched, regretting their decision to enter the mansion. However,
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    “That’s a lie,” Millicent countered, her voice rising with a quiet, lethal authority. “You didn't love him. You loved the power. You loved the crown so much that you were willing to sharpen the blades he used on us.”Beside them, Persis and Tedmond sat in a paralyzed silence. Tedmond’s face was ashen, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. To hear the story of his own birth, to realize he was the parasite Harold had tried to erase and the filth Evelyn had kicked down the stairs, left him breathless. The man he had been told to respect was a monster; the woman before him was his accomplice.Persis looked at Millicent with a mixture of horror and profound reverence. The woman she thought she knew was only a fraction of the survivor sitting in that chair.Millicent turned to her son and her friend, a weary sadness softening her features. “There are parts I have left out,” she said quietly. “Deeply painful parts... things that happened during those days of the whip and those n

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