little bastard she left behind to claim Felicia’s inheritance.”
They plotted openly, laughing wildly together.
Outside, two faces were as cold and lifeless as still water. With a bang, a wolf crashed through the door.
Anderson was breathing heavily, his face flushed with fury as he roared, “You’ve kept me trapped in a web of lies, haven’t you?”
The smile on Rhys’s face vanished.
He threw the bouquet of roses to the ground and said in a voice dripping with hatred, “So, my mother didn’t commit suicide. She was driven to death by you!”
The three inside were so terrified that their minds went blank.
Leah quickly hid the liquor behind her and clutched her face as she cried to Anderson.
“You misheard, Anderson! Irene forced us to say those things by threatening to abort the baby. I truly love you!”
“How dare you still try to blame Irene, you bitch!” Anderson lost his mind with rage.
His wolf slammed Leah to the floor, baring its fangs at her.
His vision blackened as memories of the past twelve years flooded back.
“Irene had been telling the truth all along–she was the one who was honest and pure.
She had loved me for 12 years… And in those 12 years, how many times had you humiliated and slandered Irene behind his back? How much had I hurt Irene because of your lies?”
He didn’t dare think about it.
The answer pained him so much that he wished he could die on the spot.
Leah trembled under his claws.
Before she could crawl away, Anderson grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back.
“You wanted to be poisoned by wolfsbane, didn’t you?”
He shoved the wolfsbane she had been toying with into her mouth.
His movements were so rough that he tore the corners of her lips.
Leah clutched her face, moaning in pain. Watching this, Maryanne exploded with rage and screamed, “The enforcers won’t let you get away with this! You’re the real criminals here. Leah is innocent!
“Wasn’t it you who hurt Irene? We had nothing to do with it!”
