..."Fine, whatever. I'm staying put." I shrugged, shoving the antidote vial back into my pocket.Herbert Walton froze, having expected my tears or a desperate escape. I only gave him indifference.His eyes narrowed. "Scared, huh? Ella's opening is way more important than your lowlife mom."Ella Nelson smirked, giving him a playful shove. "Told you, buddy. You've got her wrapped around your finger."She leaned closer, her voice dripping with shade. "Bet you tamed her in bed, huh? Last time we got freaky with that new move, I was laid up for days."They dissolved into laughter, pawing at each other like teenagers. I cleared my throat sharply, cutting through their crap.Herbert spun, irritated. "What now? Penelope is a filthy mess, probably poisoned from digging through trash. Why bother mopping up her mess? Let her rot."I'd always thought Ella's influence made him cruel, a temporary lapse in judgment. I was dead wrong. He genuinely believed it was my mom on death's door, her
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