Semua Bab Craving Daddy's Bestfriend : Bab 41 - Bab 47

We all turned toward the voice that had bellowed that question. I instantly tensed when my eyes met the cold ones of Bastian’s mother. Hellena Lockhart’s sharp voice silenced the yelping of the struggling Jelly. She stood at the doorway, her presence commanding immediate attention.“What’s going on here?” she repeated.Her gaze swept across the room, looking at everyone as if they were insignificant. Even Dr. Thomas wasn’t spared from her disgust. Rather, her eyes shot daggers at him.Finally, her eyes landed on me, burning with an intensity that made my heart race, not with fear, but with anger and bitterness. If I were still trying to be in her good graces, like I had before, the weight of her stare would have been suffocating and overwhelming.But now? I didn’t care.A lump formed in my throat, stopping me from spitting out the venomous words stuck at the tip of my tongue.“You,” she spat, stepping forward with a pointed finger. Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. “This is a

Madam Ellana didn’t die by accident. It was a setup.Jelly’s words sent a cold shiver down my spine, echoing in my mind. I had thought Bastian had grown up in a cozy family when I first came here.But now, I knew better. This house of his was a den of pythons. They swallow whole.I looked at a trembling Jelly, knowing this might actually put her in trouble as well as me.Still, I needed to know. Why? I didn't know.I swallowed hard, pushing past the nausea crawling up my throat.“Tell me everything,” I whispered, my voice barely loud enough, the way I needed it to be. The fear in my voice was undeniable.Jelly’s hands were shaking, her lips trembling as she tried to find the right words. “I... I don’t know if I should…”I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Jelly, if you don’t, Lucy will keep using you. And one day, she’ll get rid of you too. You know that, don’t you?”Her eyes darted around the room, panic settling in. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, but… I’m scared, Miss.”“I unde

~Lilith's POV~My mother stood at the foot of my hospital bed, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t solve.“Who did this to you?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t soft. It was sharp, cold, and full of fire. Something, I recognize is a storm before she would explode. This was the mother I knew when I was younger, not the one I met with in Los Angeles.I blinked at her, unsure if I was still dreaming. “No one, Mum,” I answered practically. I hadn’t called her that in a while. The word felt strange in my mouth. But, I had missed those syllables.She didn’t move. “Don’t lie to me.” she had on the look of, I gave birth to you. So, I know you.“I’m not,” I whispered, even though I clearly was. It wasn’t just one person who did this to me. It was everything. The pain, the lies, the Lockharts, hell, even Bastian. “Who. Did. This. To. You?” she repeated, each word punctuated through the room. It was funny really. Seeing my mom like this. I would have laughed if