Chapter 1166

Frederick followed her to the corner of the staircase. She turned her head, a subtle flick of her eyes telling him to stop, then walked alone toward Terry’s room. Outside the door, Jane lifted her hand and knocked. Inside, Violet smirked at the barely breathing old man on the bed. “See, Grandpa? I told you Jane would come. The Wallace family—always so good at playing the righteous saints while hiding their rot underneath.” Terry kept his eyes shut, each shallow breath a faint rattle in his chest. He didn’t even bother to open his eyelids and look at her again. Violet’s fingers curled around the switchblade she had brought, the steel catching a dim glint from the lamp. The moment she decided to step into Frederick’s estate, she’d already accepted she wouldn’t be walking out alive. If she couldn’t live, then she’d drag someone down with her. She couldn’t take the one she loved—so she would take the one she hated most. Her palm slammed against the door, pushing it open. In her other hand,