Bernard studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. He said nothing, turned, and walked out.
That night, I was dragged out of bed and locked inside a roasting chamber with iron walls on all four sides.
Outside, dozens of the Winfield family's relatives had gathered.
Bernard stood with his arm around Ivy's waist, watching me with cold eyes.
"Sharon, you're cruel beyond measure and completely unrepentant. Today I'm standing up for Ivy and giving her the justice she deserves."
My heart sank, falling and falling, until there was nothing left but complete disappointment in him.
I pulled out my phone without hesitation and dialed.
"Jacob. The Farleys and the Winfields. Don't spare a single one. Kill them all."
——
The moment the words left my mouth, the color drained from every face in that crowd of relatives outside.
Only Bernard let out a cold scoff.
His contemptuous laugh was a signal. The crowd caught on a beat later and erupted into howling laughter.
"Miss Fox, do you still think you're some underworld princess? Your brother had his limbs hacked off and was mutilated beyond recognition three years ago. Who exactly are you trying to scare?"