Shawn roared, “You still haven’t apologized to Queenie! If you don’t, don’t expect to have a single peaceful day in Nautilis!”
The look in his eyes was vicious—like he wanted to tear me apart. He was nothing like the boy who once made silly faces to cheer me up.
But I’d always know who they really were.
Nigel, the older brother, always had the polished charm of a gentleman—warm on the surface but ruthless underneath.
Shawn, the younger brother, came off like a spoiled playboy, but in truth, he was just as cruel.
Never in my life did I think they’d use those very tactics against me.
“I did nothing wrong. If you want to come after me, go ahead.”
I had nothing left to fear.
They didn’t need to chase me away. I would stay far away from them on my own. And as for the peaceful days he mentioned? I never had any to begin with.
Shawn blocked my path.
Nigel, meanwhile, descended the stairs. Seemingly out of guilt, his tone softened.
“Forget it. Yvonne got a kick to the stomach. She’s probably learned her lesson. I’ll have the assistant bring over the newest perfume later. Queenie said it would suit Yvonne.
“Of course, that’s only if you promise not to bother Queenie again.”
So, what was it? A slap and a piece of candy?
He must’ve forgotten that I’ve had asthma since I was a child. I couldn’t be around strong fragrances.
Back then, Nigel didn’t even trust the maids, insisting on cleaning everything himself. He even washed my laundry by hand.
All that just to make sure there wasn’t a trace of allergen left.
Now? They’d all forgotten about it.
I held Mom’s journal close. My nose tingled, and before I knew it, I let out a violent sneeze.
Bright red droplets splattered all over the floor.
I’d forgotten that Queenie’s dog was still in this villa.
