6 Chapter 6
It had to be said, they were truly father and son. Even their slaps were identical.
The storybook fell from his arms, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
Instantly, Tessa’s expression crumpled into her usual look of a wronged victim.
Tessa tried to flee as well, but Vincent and Luke grabbed her before she could move.
“Going somewhere? Not a chance. You’re coming with us to beg Isabella for forgiveness.”
“She was always pestering you, shamelessly clinging to your side. I was just helping you
get rid of her…”
“You’d better pray Isabella doesn’t hate me for this,” Vincent hissed. “Otherwise, I’ll make
you suffer what she did, a thousand times over!”
Seeing the tide turn so violently, Tessa’s friend made a hasty exit.
So it was true. Mila died in that cold storage. And those ashes… Isabella’s mother… What
have I done?
“Vincent, Luke, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hidden this from you, but Isabella deserved it! She deserved everything she got!”
“I have to say, you’re a ruthless one. Letting her sister freeze and then having her mother’s ashes scattered.”
But the venom in their eyes silenced the words in her throat.
Vincent’s grip went slack. He stumbled backward, his face a mask of grief and disbelief.
Now, for that same woman, they had struck her without a second thought.
Tessa, who never dreamed she’d be overheard, stared at him, pure panic in her eyes as her secret was laid bare.
Luke shook his head, frantically trying to deny his part. “Aunt Tessa told me my aunt seduced the Don of the Torrino family! That’s why I lied and said she leaked family secrets. I didn’t kill my aunt!”
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The conversation inside continued.
“That’s right!” Luke echoed his father. “If Mommy hates me because of you, I’ll lock you in the cold storage myself! And I won’t let you out until she forgives me!”
Panic contorting his features, he kicked the door open, lunged for Tessa, and grabbed her by the collar. “You’re lying,” he snarled. “Tell me you’re lying!”
Tessa was stunned by their swift betrayal.
Beg for forgiveness?
Just moments ago, they were her champions, forcing Isabella to her knees to crawl like a dog for her.
The words were barely out of her mouth before Luke and Vincent moved in unison, each slapping her hard across the face.
Upon hearing his name, Vincent could no longer hold back.
What a joke.
Their faces were glacial, their eyes venomous.
Her terrified expression was all the confirmation he needed.
“Luke was the one who locked the sister in the cold storage, and Vincent scattered the ashes. What does any of that have to do with me?”
Tears slid from the corners of his eyes.
She wanted to plead for mercy.
“Vincent, you… Why are you back…?”
