Blake’s voice sounded barely human.
“Mother, leave.”
Vanessa smiled again.
“You should thank me. Without my interference, Emma might have run off with those children, and you would never have known.”
“I didn’t know because of you.”
“You didn’t know because you believed what you wanted to believe,” she snapped.
Por primera vez, su compostura se rompió.
“Siempre fuiste débil en lo que a ella le preocupaba. Te di sospechas, y te lo tragaste porque parte de ti temía que fuera demasiado buena para ti.
Blake fell silent.
The accusation hurt because some part of it was true.
Vanessa turned back to me.
“I will be filing for emergency family intervention. Blake is unstable. Julian has no blood claim. You concealed heirs of a major estate. And Eli requires specialized oversight.”
“No court will give you my son,” I said.
Martin’s smile grew wider.
