Chapter 15

At the mention of her mother, fury burned through Jane, flushing her face. Her knuckles turned white, trembling with rage and for one second, murder flashed in her eyes.

She had left the Harrisons’ household; she didn’t have to tread on eggshells around them anymore. No… she could retaliate freely.

“Marcy, you regularly steal Stacy’s jewelry and when she can’t find them, you allow me to be maligned and beaten. For my own good, you say? Who’s the shameless one here?”

Marcy’s sneer slipped, giving away to embarrassment before taking on a caustic, bitter edge.

“What proof do you have? You liar — you were clearly the one brazen enough to steal and now you’re blaming me? The Harrisons were too kind to you. They should have beaten you to death a long time ago!”

Before Jane could retort, the man in the wheelchair grabbed her hand.

“This woman used to beat you?”

Briefly stunned, Jane’s eyes drifted to Marcy whose face was written over with unabashed mockery. She nodded. It was true — Marcy wou