Mason
I watched Elizabeth reluctantly walk out of the hospital room, feeling a pang of guilt and anger. I wanted to shield her from the toxic atmosphere, but now I had to confront my mother, whose venomous words had caused so much harm.
Once Elizabeth's scent faded, I turned to face my mother, my patience wearing thin. She stood in the hallway with arms crossed, her face twisted in disdain as she glanced at Clara, who stood silently beside a bench, looking downcast.
"Mother, this has to stop," I warned coldly.
She scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Stop what? Telling the truth? That girl is a disgrace, and it's all her fault," she hissed. "She's cursed, and now you're bringing another misfit into our family."
I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain my composure and respect th
