The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 952

Human life isn't measured by a caste system of wealth and status. While the world is far from perfectly fair and holds its fair share of darkness, Tara finds it completely unbearable that the darkest evil of all has been hiding behind the face of a man she treated like family. She grips her hands so tightly her knuckles turn white, a suffocating wave of rage crashing over her.

"Did you kill my father?" she demands, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.

"Yeah, I killed him," Victor admits with a casual shrug, feigning a look of mild regret. "I didn't have a choice. He knew too much and insisted on getting in my way. I had to turn him into a corpse. It was better for everyone. Honestly, Tara, I only let him live those extra few years as a favor to you. Otherwise, I would have sent him to his grave a lot sooner."

He speaks as if he has done her some grand, merciful favor. Tara's entire body shakes. She has never felt such consuming, white-hot fury in her entire life. It is really him. This man—this mentor she looked up to and cherished—is the one who murdered Charles. And now he stands there, brazenly claiming that putting her father in the ground early was a gift.

Her teeth grind together, her eyes burning with unshed tears of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Don't let him get in your head, darling," Danny's deep, steady voice cuts through the chaotic haze of her anger. "He's just saying these things to distract you. You have so many people who love you now. You have me. We are going to get justice for your father, so don't let this psycho drag you down."

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