Evelyn's POVWhen Giselle Mercer saw me turn to leave without arguing, she only got more aggressive, clearly frustrated that she hadn't gotten a reaction out of me.She picked up the bowl of herbal broth, wrinkled her nose in disgust, and dumped it straight into the trash. "Ugh, it smells like something you'd find in a dumpster! I can't even stand being near it. Grandpa only fell for your nonsense because he's too nice!"The butler glanced at the discarded broth, then at the burns covering the back of my hand, his expression full of sympathy.My skin was covered in tiny blisters. I got up at four every morning to prepare that broth, spending hours tending to it over a small stove. The rare herbs alone had cost me every penny I'd earned from scholarships and part-time jobs throughout medical school.Hearing the commotion, my parents, Caspian Mercer and Vera Perron, came over. But instead of stopping Giselle, they immediately took her side."Evelyn, Giselle has been through so much
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