Chapter 112

Diana’s POV

Harry and I sat on one side of the table while the rest of them sat opposite us. Charles asked Peyton to stay in her room while the adults talked. There was a palpable tension as the other side got ready to speak. All of them looked at Charles, who was still collecting himself, hands folded on the table.

“Are we gonna do this or what?” Harry annoyingly prompted, tapping his fingers on the wood.

“Fine,” Charles groaned.

“I’ll tell you everything. I just don’t know where to start…”

I leaned in.

“Then, I’ll ask the questions. Why did you, why did the Waynes want to kill me?”

He sighed before speaking.

“It was my father. The Waynes, while we… seem to have a lot of businesses in different industries, we only have one investment and theft.”

“Theft?”

“The Wayne’s original business was land, estate. They were rich but everything was just provincial. It all changed with my father. He was the youngest of his brothe