Rebecca walked over to the bed and looked down at me. "Awake?"With Joseph gone, she didn't bother pretending anymore. The sweetness vanished, and her spite showed through."Hurts, doesn't it?"I gave her a cold look. "What do you want?"She pulled over a chair and sat down. "I came to see you, of course, my dear sister. Just look at you. You look like hell."She reached into her bag and pulled out a clear, sealed bag. Inside was the broken paintbrush my brother, Noah Caldwell, treasured most.My eyes widened. "What did you do to Noah?"Rebecca toyed with the bag and laughed softly. "Relax. We just gave him a little warning. He refused to hand over the patent, so Joseph got angry and had someone break his right hand."For a brilliant painter, losing the use of his right hand has to be worse than death, don't you think?"My breathing turned ragged as rage surged through me.Noah was the only family I had left."Rebecca, you're both going to pay for this," I said through clenc
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