Richard barked out a hollow laugh. “So she raised me like a son… so she could steal everything later.”Jack nodded once.Richard dragged a hand over his face, then looked at his father—broken, furious, and grieving all at once.“This whole time,” he whispered. “While I mourned you… while I worshipped her as Mom’s sister…” His voice shook. “She played us like chess pieces.”Annabelle stepped closer, resting a hand briefly on his arm. “Richard…”He didn’t move.His voice was low, dangerous, trembling with a fury he had never allowed himself to feel.“She’s going to pay for this.”And this time, there was no room for doubt in his tone.“Sure, she will. We have all the time in hand, right?” Annabelle said, patting Richard’s shoulder.Richard got what she was referring to. His jaw tightened, fists curling at his sides. He drew a deep breath, trying to tame the storm of anger building inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, sharp, and heavy with controlled fury.“Let’s go, Dad
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