My Perverted Brother

Chapter 280: My Perverted Brother Roman Bella. The name alone was enough to set something vicious loose inside my chest. The same girl Reese had mentioned earlier. The same maid Penelope had used. The same pair of hands that had carried poison into Dahlia’s body. I was still staring at the door when Savannah’s voice, gentle and unaware of the storm building beside her, granted permission. “Oh. Come in, Bella.” Her fingers tightened around my arm, as if instinct told her I was already slipping beyond reason. As if she believed touch alone could anchor me. The door opened. A small figure stepped inside first—thin, quiet, almost folded into herself. She held a stack of neatly pressed clothes to her chest. Behind her came another maid carrying a tray of food, head lowered, movements careful and rehearsed. Neither of them looked up. Neither of them dared to. “Thank you,” Savannah said politely, the way she always did with staff, with strangers, with anyone. My gaze locked onto