Webster had never imagined the family he'd shared a home with for years could reveal such a hideous nature.
All he'd done was ask a reasonable question, yet they saw it as an attack on Jill—even going so far as to strike him.
Blood relatives, yet they stared at him like he was their mortal enemy.
A troubling thought crept in: had he ever looked at Sallie with that same expression, condemning and attacking her without knowing the full truth?
Combing through his memories carefully, he discovered he truly had treated Sallie identically, wearing the same repulsive look as the rest of the Noah clan. And every single instance had been for Jill's benefit.
The realization hit Webster like a devastating blow. His head snapped up, eyes fixed on Jill as she sobbed in Zora's embrace, his complexion growing paler by the moment.
Webster suddenly recalled that Sallie used to be the one they treasured and spoiled.
