Freya's POV
I knew my aunt worshipped at various shrines throughout her house, so I deliberately chose words that would unsettle her superstitious nature.
Since I had no faith in such things myself, her threats meant nothing to me.
As expected, Hannah Colby's voice cracked with fury. "Freya Colby, you are truly... no wonder Cecilia Felix calls you cold-hearted and venomous."
"Since you all possess such pure souls and divine grace, caring for him would be an act of charity," I replied, matching her sanctimonious tone.
My response left her sputtering with rage before I ended the call.
The lawyer remained in my office, having witnessed the entire exchange. Even as an outsider, sympathy flickered across his features.
"Ms. Colby, it appears your troubles are mounting."
A bitter smile crossed my lips. "When are they not?"
Between Mira Tristan's pending lawsuit and Waylon Colby's renewed push for medical parole, my existence felt like navigating an endless storm.
