Their Favoritism Resulted In A Cruel Outcome Chapter 27
Connor would have held me and said he had no other choice at the time.
And then they all would have waited for our forgiveness.
Death stripped away the gentleness layered over control and betrayal, forcing them to admit that we had long since been reduced to the ones who could be sacrificed.
Their regret did not make them innocent.
A prison staffer announced that visitation was over.
Blair threw herself against the glass.
“I don’t want to die!”
“Dad, save me!”
“I really am your daughter.”
My father’s body shook violently.
A long time later, he finally turned and looked at his biological daughter for the last time.
“I used to think that because we owed you twenty-six years, we should make it up to you no matter the cost.”
“Later, I finally understood that making it up to you could not be built on hurting another person.”
“I was the one who failed to stop you.”
“And I was the one who let your malice grow.”
“When I die, I will have to face my wife, my mother, and my daughters-in-law.”
“As for you…”
My father paused.
“You will have to answer for what you did, too.”
Blair stared at him.
At last, she understood that no one would open the door for her again.
She cried so hard she could barely breathe.
“I only wanted a home.”
Henry tightened his grip on the ribbon wrapped around his wrist.
“You had one.”
“Grandma had the north wing redone for you. Mom picked out your clothes. Lauren and the others taught you the foundation’s work. The first time Molly met you, she gave you her favorite candy.”