VALERIA
The drive back to Harrison's mansion was silent.
Upon arriving, I headed straight for the study, with Zane following close behind.
Once seated, I wasted no time. “Is what you said true? About Chris’…”
I swallowed hard, suppressing the nausea threatening to rise. I didn’t finish my sentence—I couldn’t—but I knew he would understand what I meant.
Zane’s gaze remained steady. “I said it back there, Valeria, and I’ll say it again—I never lie.”
I wasn’t doubting him. In fact, I believed him, if not I wouldn't have reacted that way. But I still felt the need to hear it again.
Now that I had, there was nothing left but a deep, visceral revulsion toward that family. As a matter of fact, I wanted nothing more to do with them.
Before, even after demanding the severance letter, I still held onto some attachment. After all, they were my direct blood relatives—people I had spent most of my life with. Cutting them off completely wasn’t easy as it sounded.