Sallie's POV
Tears streamed down Jill's cheeks, making her look fragile and broken—the kind of sight that would normally tug at anyone's heartstrings.
It definitely worked on Webster. His face twisted with pain as he lost all control, hurling the folder straight at my face. "Enough, Sallie. Grandpa and Johan have always been good to you.
"Something this serious happened, and Jill's been crying herself sick with worry every single day. But you're still plotting against her.
"If Grandpa knew how twisted and cruel you really are, the shock would probably kill him all over again."
The heavy folder smacked me across the face like a slap, its sharp edge leaving a burning red mark on my cheek. I didn't even blink. Insults and violence—I could handle all of that. But dragging Grandpa into this? That crossed the line.
I spun around and cracked Webster across the face with a sharp slap. The hatred in my eyes ran bone-deep, ice-cold.
