Kendrick's POVI looked down, refusing to let anyone see the bitterness in my gaze. So, that was it. Instead of buying me new clothes, Daphne had been fooling around with Oliver. She'd claimed she'd only watch from the sidelines, but in the end, she couldn't stay away from him. Refusing to give Oliver the reaction he wanted, I wheeled toward the restroom. When I came back out, I froze. Oliver had my mother's urn in his hands. Worse still, he was casually tossing it from hand to hand. Rage burned through me as I charged at him in my wheelchair. "Are you out of your mind? Put my mother's urn down!" I barked. "I knew you were cruel, Oliver, but I'd never thought you'd stoop this low."I shoved Oliver aside. He lost his balance, and his drink splashed all over his pants. Then, he leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "Kendrick, your whore of a mother gave birth to a bastard like you. Dead or alive, she was nothing but something for people to use."Wha
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