Chapter 290. Crimson

Lexcis Aeden Revia

"Could you hand me the—"

"No," I responded without looking up at her, my focus solely on the woman seated in front of me. Ignoring my father's presence, I feel an intense urge to wrap my hands around Arthur's neck and suffocate him until his breathing ceases.

The way he talked about her triggered something in me. Chantel's comments are still reverberating in my mind. She despises me, and I understand that. It is entirely my duty, my fault. She despises me, but that is what I need her to do now. This is the only way she will attempt to recover. I know she would avoid all of her problems if she were with me. I can't have her being unselfish; I need her to be extremely selfish. She can't do it on her own, so I am helping her.

The outfit she is wearing is not making things easier; it simply serves to distract me more. I know why my father wanted her to wear the outfit; he admitted it. He thinks she i