AMARA POV
My eyes darkened instantly as anger flushed through me, hot and sharp like a blade carving into my chest.
“b***h?” I chuckled…slow, sarcastic, disbelieving.
“I think your precious daughter is more of a b***h than I am.” I snickered, staring at Mum with nothing but coldness. No fear, no hesitation. Just emptiness.
I saw her eyes flash. Her jaw ticked. Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened like chalk.
“Well, I don’t care if you mess up your life…” Dad’s voice came next—harsh, sharp, cutting. “If you still want to be part of this family… prepare for the surgery.”
I threw my head back and laughed. Actually laughed.
“Family? Family, you say?” My voice rose, hoarse with years of swallowed pain. “Was there ever a time…ever…that I was part of this family?”
Silence.
