Jerica sat beside Victoria, holding her hand as Brandon Glover finally apologized.
Natasha's mother was there too, her expression unreadable. It was the first time Jerica had ever seen Victoria cry.
Brandon knelt, his voice trembling as he groveled, repenting for the cruelties he had inflicted upon women.
Jerica listened, watching the scene unfold. She doubted his sincerity—he was likely more worried about his future than truly remorseful—but this was enough.
He had been stripped of his power, pulled from the protection of his once untouchable family name. If only every powerful family held their own monsters accountable like this.
It was there that she formally met Catherine.
The revelation that she was a Glover was surprising, but in hindsight, it made sense. If they had crossed paths before, it was only natural she belonged to such an influential family.
After that, Brandon Glover was thrown to the wolves.