“You have a good memory,” I said with a faint smile. “I don’t remember any of it.”
“So, from the start, you planned to keep your distance from me, didn’t you?”
“What else would I do?” I shot him a sidelong glance. “Wait around for you to ruin me all over again?”
Victor raised an eyebrow, his tone dropping low.
“Mia, I misunderstood you. It was the Clark family. When I went after the Clark family, I found out Yvonne’s assistant was one of theirs. They knew about her staged suicidal plan, swapped out the fake poison for real poison, and framed the Grant family.
“I trusted you, that’s why I didn’t intervene in time to save her. But I never thought it would actually go wrong.”
I didn’t want to hear any of this.
The mysteries of my past life were obvious enough without him spelling them out.
But what did it matter now?
What was done was done.
“So what if she took her own life because I advised you to think it over carefully?” My voice was icy as I stared him down. “Victor, her existence within your life was a decision that rested solely in your hands. You saw that William was adamantly against it, and
you hesitated, didn’t you?
“And yet, because of one well–meaning suggestion from me, you destroyed everything I had!”
“I thought-”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
The autumn wind whistled past us, chilling the air.
Victor looked at me intently, his gaze dark and unreadable, before a twisted smile crossed his lips.
