“Didn’t think you’d catch on this early,” she said casually. “You really want to know why I went through all this trouble to get into your house, Fletcher?”
She was nothing like the quiet housemaid from before. Now she stood there, eyes icy, pointing straight at June.
“I came here for one reason—to expose this woman’s true, vicious nature.”
A flicker of guilt flashed across June’s pale, disheveled face.
“Don’t listen to her, Fletcher. She wants to drive a wedge between us. Get her out now!” She clutched Fletcher’s arm tightly, panicked.
But the man who usually spoiled her didn’t move a muscle.
“Calm down. Let’s just hear what she has to say.” He patted her back gently, then turned to Zoey.
“Speak,” he commanded.
Zoey’s lips curled into a sneer, her gaze chilling as it locked on the woman in his arms.
“June, why don’t you tell Fletcher where Ashley is—whether she’s alive or dead? And while you’re at it… who was the one who donated bone marrow to him back then?”
