His eyes were black pits of hatred.

“You ruined this family, Evelyn,” he hissed, spitting the words like venom.

I looked down at the man who had traded human lives for stock dividends, and I felt absolutely nothing.

No anger. No sorrow.

Just the clean, sterile emptiness of a surgeon removing a tumor.

“I didn’t ruin anything, Arthur,” I said evenly. “You did that five years ago, the moment you decided to bury the truth.”