AMELIA slammed the book shut with a loud thud that echoed across the quiet study.
“The part I don't seem to get is why she would go that far just to get what she wants,” she said sharply, irritation dripping from every word.
She paced to the other side of the desk, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
Ryan sat across from her, leaning back in the chair, his fingers laced together as he listened carefully.
Amelia shook her head.
“Go as far as tracing a child you abandoned… not to reconcile, not to fix your mistakes… but to use her as leverage for your evil mischief.” She scoffed. “What kind of women raised these mothers?”
Ryan sighed deeply.
“Some people just don't have a conscience,” he muttered.
Amelia slammed the book on the desk again as if it had personally offended h
