Alexander smoothly pushed the strand of hair on his forehead backward with his fingers, before looking back at me with no emotions on his face.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"That is for everything… Everything you have done to my family…" I spatted, my voice trembling in rage. "This is all your fault!"
He raised a confused brow.
"What are you talking about?"
"My mother!" I almost screamed. "She is dead because of you. You destroyed my family. You took everything from us, and now… she is gone. Are you happy? Do you feel satisfied now?!"
He leaned back against the chair and made eye contact with the older man he was talking with before I came. Then, the man excused himself and left us alone.
Alexander's expression didn't change the whole time. It was as if none of my words mattered to him.
"I had nothing to do with your mother's death," he said, after a moment of silence.
