Alexander eased his collar before swallowing the lump on his throat. "You killed her," he stated.
Amelia looked at him directly. "Yes. I will not deny nor do I regret it."
He gritted his teeth to control himself from asking more but it was curiosity that had him speak again. "And the others?"
"What about them?"
"Do you deny nor do you regret killing them?"
She shook her head. "Miss Chelsea Philipps is insufferable. She is so full for herself to the point that she thinks that what she has done to me is acceptable."
"But your father does not permit you to have your mother's portrait. Miss Chelsea was merely following whatever your father is implementing."
He saw how the woman's eyes flickered with something akin to anger but were immediately gone before he could look at it more.
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