Freya's POV
Cecilia Felix's face twisted with rage as she processed my ultimatum. Her voice cracked with fury as she spat back at me.
"Freya Colby! You've crossed every line! Your father can barely stand, and you want him to grovel on his knees? You might as well ask for his life!"
I crossed my arms, unmoved by her theatrics. "Then you can take his place. Both of you can kneel for fifteen minutes. That's all I'm asking."
Waylon Colby's finger shook as he pointed at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Rage had stolen his voice completely.
When he finally managed to speak, the words came out as a venomous whisper. "Heartless... absolutely heartless. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but this..."
My expression remained stone cold even as fury blazed through my veins. I had waited years for this moment, and his pathetic attempts at guilt wouldn't work on me.
