The Stuttering Heiress's Revenge

ist. There was only the sound of my mother' s broken

stole the air from my lungs. But underneath it,

r in the sterile hallway, our shar

her voice raw. "That woman, that f

ly steady, the stutter momentarily burned

' s corporate lawyer, a man known for his ruthless ef

l corridor, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He clearly hadn't heard the news.

xpression shifted to on

what happened with your dad,"

away. "Don't

I can fix it. Just sign the papers. Sign the house and the trust over to me, and I'l

ss. He was trying to leverage my father'

know the gam

as back, fueled by a mix of gri

o stare. Some of them were pulling out their

r with every word. "You c-c-came to our dinner. You insulted me. You tr

ky breath, my eyes

-m-mother's lies, her v-v-video... it k-k-kill

y. Ethan' s face went pale. The phones

ht years, I supported you. I gave you an allowance. A g-g-generous one. Well, as of this m-m-

t me, was turning. In the reflection of a bystander's phone