The Caldwell Family’s Ruin

"Go out through the back door before you get us involved," he hissed, grabbing her arm roughly.

His desperation to rid himself of her was clear in his expression.

Elena stumbled, nearly losing her footing. Her hands instinctively gripped the wooden railing, but her back hit the intricate root-carved handrail with force. A sharp pain shot through her spine, making her gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.

She felt as if she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

Her father's cruelty and heartlessness were clearer than ever.

"Elena!" Julian Cross rushed forward, immediately supporting her. His eyes burned with fury as he turned on Theodore. "Don't you dare lay another hand on my sister!"

Julian rolled up his sleeves, his thin body trembling with rage. It looked as if he was ready to strike.

Elena, still enduring the sharp pain in her waist, caught his arm. "Julian, stop."