Pathetic.
Liam nudged the man sprawled on the floor with the toe of his shoe.
Without another word, an unspoken agreement passing between us, Liam and I turned and left the venue, not sparing Richard a single glance.
After we were away from the show, Liam finally took a deep breath and faced me, offering a profound apology.
“Irene, I’m so sorry. I was too late.”
He bowed his proud head before me—the head of a powerful Alpha.
Having navigated the business world for many years, I knew exactly what that gesture meant.
“Liam, you don’t have to do this.”
I said his name, and the word felt surprisingly easy on my tongue.
When Liam heard it, however, a complicated emotion flickered in his eyes.
“I should have intervened years ago, the moment I saw what was going on between Monica and Richard. But I promised Dylan I wouldn't meddle in the Blackwood family's affairs. I broke my word… and in doing so, I failed you both.”