Mother glared at him.
“You should have stayed silent.”
Grandpa had discovered evidence that Virex’s drug caused irreversible damage.
And I had been living proof that his alternative treatment worked.
“If the truth came out,” Walter continued, “Virex would lose everything.”
Mother smiled bitterly.
“So they offered your father and me enough money to make sure it never did.”
My stomach twisted.
“You sold Grandpa.”
“We saved this family.”
“You murdered him.”
Her eyes flickered.
Not guilt.
Annoyance.
“Your father changed his medication. I merely made sure no one interfered.”
Melanie began to shake.
“You told me those pills were vitamins.”
Mother looked at her without tenderness.
“You were useful then.”
The cruelty of it struck Melanie harder than a blow.
All her life, she had believed she was the chosen daughter.
Now she understood she had only been a tool.
A door slammed behind us.
My father appeared from a service tunnel, blood on his shirt and rage in his eyes.
