The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name

me. I was mostly healed, though a dull ache in my abdo

raising gaze. "Willow, an intere

xpression care

tinued, her voice smooth, "she has heard the... rumor

a small leap

ecame critical. She has formally petitioned our family, knowing our past... association... w

s an ideal situation. It would allow us to publicly demonstrate our family's compa

ge of good public relations for the Vanderbilt

ler through a sympathetic nurse at the VA hospital w

anderbilt," I said, my voice filled with care

arrangements. You will go to him not as Willow Hayes, the girl from the

ajor Miller – should he recover and consent, of course – you will be granted honorary citizenship of

age. But this one, I would c

r's study burst op

his eyes wild. He'd clearly overhea

. "Mother, are you insane? After everything? You sti

d on me with a mixture of fury and som

across his face. He turned to his m

etely unnecessary." He took a deep, drama

atisfaction. "Over a month now. The doctors confirmed it yesterday.

ng' is nothing but a pathetic lie. You can take your tr

. His words, meant to crush me, s

my silence as shame or defeat. He smirked. "Nothing to say,