Kayla
I stared at my father, unable to fully comprehend what he was saying.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “Nicholas saved you. He’s the reason you’re awake right now.”
My father’s grip on my hands tightened. “No, Kayla. I believe he’s the reason I was poisoned in the first place.”
I pulled my hands away, a cold feeling spreading through my chest. “That’s not true. Vanessa poisoned you.”
“At whose behest?” My father leaned forward in his wheelchair. “Think about it, Kayla. Who stood to gain the most from my absence? Who has been manipulating you since the moment I fell into that coma?”
“Luporath…” The word escaped my lips before I could stop it.
My father’s eyes widened, a flash of recognition almost seeming to cross his face. He composed hims
