Chapter 4

Isabelle still went to Vincent's estate.

My parents didn't dare pressure me or wonder if I'd really kill someone.

They couldn't risk it.

All they could do was let things get back on track.

When Isabelle left, her face was as pale as a sheet.

She came to see me, her eyes red and swollen, but her tears had already dried up.

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked.

"Why would I be?" I looked at her calmly. "This is always yours to begin with."

"Violet," she said, gripping the doorframe, "I've always treated you so well. Why won't you help…