## Hazel's POV
"Your thirty seconds are up." I stared down at my father, unmoved by his pitiful state. "What's your decision, Harold?"
Harold's jaw clenched as he looked between me and my mother's grave. "You've become a vicious woman, Hazel."
"Vicious?" The word hit like a match to gasoline. My carefully maintained composure vanished in an instant. "You want to talk about vicious? Let's talk about how you systematically destroyed my mother's family."
I stepped closer, towering over his crumpled form. "Let's talk about how you convinced my grandfather to sign over his business to you by pretending to be the devoted son-in-law. How you emptied their accounts and left them penniless."
Tanya's eyes widened. "That's a lie! Harold would never—"
"When my grandmother died from stress and heartbreak, my grandfather begged you to help with the funeral expenses," I continued, ignoring her protests. "Do you remember what you said to him, Harold? You told him to sell his wedding ring."