ng. "I just buried my daughter. Let me at least hear your husband's

thryn's heart. Suffocating under her grandmoth

through the line-icy, impatient, and

at. "My mother was just buried. Can you... can you j

without a second of hesitation. "I

ng, and deliberately loud enough to be heard over the speaker.

as C

Beep

He didn't even b

. The world tilted violently. The gray tombs

ht her. He pulled her against his chest, his dark eyes burn

e dark screen of her phone.

for it. The news was shoved into her face

ights Up the Sky! 1,000 Drones

ral video. Thousands of drones formed a ma

the woman who gave her life, her husband was throwin

What replaced the grief was a freezing, absolute hatred.

o of Julian's distinct, elegant hands cutting a massive

d mother, but he spent the whole day making sure my birthday was

dripping with venom: [And yet, I'm the one with the marriage certificate. You've been raising his bastard son f

er own message. Kathryn's eyelid twitched in pure d

shed open the heavy doors

perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and flawless physique. He was sipp

clock, then at Kathryn's pale

d, his tone as casual as if he

yn said, her

elvet box from the coffee table and held it out to her

ompletely blank. "I had my reasons for not bein

iamonds. He was trying to buy of

rembling with pure rage. "You mean lighting up th

estioned. "Kathryn, don't be hysterical. It was a

t out a sharp, mocking laugh t

s, and slammed them directly against his chest. The p

xt: Probability of Paternity between Jul

rs, the mask of perfect indifference on his face completely shatter

athryn looked him dead in the eye, her

lies, and keep your bastard