Chapter 262 Guilt Made Manifest

Leaning back, I watched her struggle to keep her rage and fear at bay, and I could not suppress a smirk. "So you admit he's only nice to me because of a past favor? What about you, then? He's been sweet to you for five years. Was it love? Would you believe it if you said it out loud? Moore, you've been living off his scraps, thinking he actually cares about you and that he loves you. If he really did, would he not have come to see you at least once since you've been stuck in here?" She was lost for words, her expression a mix of defiance and defeat. I twirled the bracelet in my fingers, a slight smile on my lips. "See this? It’s from the Youngs' grandma. Only those who've got the nod from Idris and Madam Young get to wear this. Moore, my dear sister, it looks like you’re never going to get your hands on it." "Yvette!" Moore lost it, leaping to her feet, a wild look in her eyes. She grabbed a chair and hurled it at me, roaring, "You're not getting away with this! You will be stuck he