Chapter 118

My jaw clenched and, scraping my teeth along my bottom lip, I replied: “I believe we also had an agreement on not speaking about that scum either.”

Her nostrils flared.

“What does Nolan think about this?” I asked, narrowing my gaze at the edges. The way she avoided my eyes told me everything I needed to know. “You haven’t told him, have you? I thought you’d want to go through the son who would gladly do anything for you—including holding a memorial for the man who made our lives a living hell.”

My mother swallowed. And I stepped closer to her as my lips twitched. “Or… you know Nolan would hate you for even asking him to do such a thing, and decided to come talk to me instead, even though you know there’s not a single way that I’d listen to you.”

For a long time, Nolan knew our father was cruel, but he never got to see or experience the extent of his cruelty. He was only two years younger than me, and yet, I’d managed to keep certain things from him.

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