Chapter 9 - Unveiling The True Identity
The silence in the grand foyer became absolute, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock.
Ryan’s face drained of all color, his mouth opening and closing like a fish stranded on a dry shore.
“W-what? Her wrist? I didn't—she’s just an orphan I saved from the streets!” Ryan protested wildly.
I stepped out from behind my father, lifting my left arm and peeling back the sleeve of my cardigan.
The dark purple and yellow bruising around my wrist was glaringly obvious under the bright hallway lights.
“You told everyone I was a charity case, Ryan,” I said, my voice steady, cold, and entirely devoid of fear.
“You told me without your benevolence, I was nothing.”
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Ryan shook his head frantically, backing away until his spine hit the living room doorframe.
“Evelyn... honey, you know I didn't mean it like that! It was just a misunderstanding!” he pleaded pathetically.
