Chapter 149

Everett’s POV I found my answer in the trembling pupils of her eyes. I narrowed mine. Sure enough, she knew the truth about her origins. I pressed further. “Miley, you’ve always known you are Peter’s daughter, haven’t you?” “No!” She stumbled backward, but her bound limbs restricted her movement, sending her crashing awkwardly to the floor. Overwhelmed by agony, she screamed hoarsely, unable to hold it in. “I am the daughter of Andrew Morre and his wife! I am their daughter! Peter and I have nothing to do with each other… nothing! I have no connection to him whatsoever!” Her words poured out uncontrollably, like a madwoman—or perhaps someone trying to hypnotize herself. I watched her collapse, my face still devoid of emotion. I stubbed out my cigarette, lit a new one, and drew in the smoke. I said nothing more, merely watching Miley’s descent into madness. A woman who had long since lost her mind… her emotions were like an automatic switch. The slightest touch could ignite them, blazin