“At least treat her decently,” Gabriel said.

“Get her real doctors.

Help her actually recover.”

“There’s no need,” Christian said, and I have never heard warmth and cruelty sit so close together in one voice.

“If she’s seen as fragile — if the story is that my poor Genevieve had a breakdown before the wedding — that’s better for me, not worse.

I’ll take care of her forever.

A private home.

Money.