Chapter 372
The assistant’s face wont white with horror. “Her presence in the store is due to staff negligence, not your continued indulgence,” Maxwell explained quickly.
The store manager rushed in, sweat beading on his forehead. “Remove her immediately,” he barked at security,
“Get her out of my sight,” Ethan’s voice was arctic through the phone.
James and shared a moment of silent camaraderie as security approached Victoria’s wheelchair. I pulled out my moonlight–infused sanitizer, carefully disinfecting the hand james had used to touch her.
The gesture was subtle but stinging–aclear message of contempt for the woman who killed my daughter.
Ethan’s voice came through the call again, softer now. “Olivia, I’m sony—”
James hung up coldly. The message was clear: I didn’t want to hear from him.
