Page 74 of Poison Vows

By God’s grace, I’ve already lived to this point. I don’t think it’ll go on like this anymore.

But before I go, I need to leave no doubt.

So, it’s time to turn the tide.

“Don’t you feel any sympathy for your grandson?” I ask instead, not bothering to give him the satisfaction.

“Sympathy? What is sympathy in this life?” He presses a button on his chair, and it moves away. I have no choice but to follow behind him. “Sympathy is for the weak and Vaughn is not weak. In fact, his offering this morning proved just that.”

Knowing that he wants me to ask what Vaughn presented him, I stay silent, not bothering to ask, and that agitates him.

“You’re not even curious?” he asks coldly.

“I don’t waste my time over worthless things.”

Grandfather looks over his shoulder at me with a sharp gaze.

“I wonder if you’ll still feel that way in just a moment.”

And with that, he presses the little button on his wheelchair, rolling forward, leaving me standing there with an odd feeling.

Scar appears in front of me.

“I like her,” she says with a smile, obviously referring to my Angel. “She’s stunning and quite a spitfire, if I have to say so myself. We decided to be friends.”

“What a shocker,” I mutter, still annoyed.

“What?”

“You making a friend.”

She launches a fist at me, which I easily avoid. After all, I trained her. I know all her moves.

“Do that again and I’ll have to reciprocate,” I tell her calmly, to which she huffs angrily.

“Why are you such a jerk?!” Scarlet mumbles, snatching her fist from my hand, looking like an agitated kitten, ready to fight.

I eye her. “Did your new friend make you switch personalities?”

She ignores me and asks, “What exactly are you planning?”

“What do you think?” I counter.

Scar scoffs and shakes her head. “Is there anyone in this world who can predict your thoughts or your actions?”

“You tell me,” I mutter.

“Your thoughts are like a deep abyss. Anyone who dares to decipher them is in danger of oblivion.”

“And yet here you are, still asking. Brave much?”

“It’s called self-preservation,cousin,” she says sardonically.

“From what? Me? I’m perfectly harmless.”

Scarlet deadpans at me, “You’re literally about to blow the Family to Kingdom come and you’re preaching about beingharmless? Since when did you start taking acting classes? It’s scary how good you are!”

“What war?” I say indifferently. “Why would I fight my own family?”

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