Amelia couldn't move.
Her mother's words repeated inside her head.
Your father didn't die in an accident.
He was murdered.
“Who killed him?”
Her mother began crying.
“I don't know.”
“You must know something.”
“I only know that he was afraid.”
“Afraid of who?”
Her mother looked at Adrian.
Amelia followed her gaze.
Adrian's expression was dark.
“Ask him.”
Amelia turned toward him.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Five years.”
She slapped him.
The sound echoed through the hospital room.
Adrian didn't move.
Amelia's eyes filled with tears.
“You knew my father was murdered, and you said nothing?”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“You lied to me!”...