Colton’s face contorted, his eyes openly full of contempt.
“Take a good look at yourself, Kenzie,” he said coldly. “In this condition, how are you any different from a lunatic?”
“You pushed Kinsey down the stairs. She hemorrhaged. The hospital ran out of blood,” he continued flatly. “So your foster mother went and donated hers, trading her blood to clean up your mess.”
“If you hadn’t been so vicious, so hell-bent on hurting Kinsey, would your foster mother have needed to pay the price for you?” he snapped. “Don’t stare at me like that. This is on you. Every bit of it.”
Kenzie’s eyes were bloodshot. She lunged forward without warning and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing down the hall.
“I’ve said it already!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “I never framed her. I never touched her. I never hurt that woman! You’ve been fooled by her again and again, and now, you’ve even killed my mom because of it!”
Colton froze for half a second, then his face twisted with irritation. He shoved her away roughly, fury flashing in his eyes.
“What the hell are you losing your mind for?” he barked. “I only had your mother donate some blood to make up for what you did. I even had people escort her back to her hometown and buy her plenty of supplements. Don’t push your luck, woman!”
“Seems to me you’ve completely lost your mind,” he added. “If you keep making a scene like this, there’s no point in keeping this marriage.”
With that warning, he continued in his tracks with Kinsey in his arms.
As they passed Kenzie, Kinsey gave her a provocative smile and silently mouthed, “I told you. You can’t beat me, loser.”
They were gone, and Kenzie stood there, looking exactly like the crazy woman they’d painted her to be while everyone around her watched like it was a show.
She couldn’t help it; she broke down in tears.
Yeah. She really had become a joke.
But she swore, this would be the last time.
From this moment on, she would never let anyone trample her again. Every single person who had hurt her would pay!
That same day, she signed the discharge papers and went straight to the funeral home in her hometown.
Since Beth had only Kenzie left as family, the funeral was kept simple.
Kneeling in front of her mother’s grave, Kenzie pressed her forehead to the cold stone and whispered hoarsely, “Mom… don’t worry. I’ll make them pay.”
She apologized again and again. That same day, she left her hometown and returned to the city, heading straight to the law firm.
The lawyer handed her two documents: the divorce certificate, and her former attorney’s license.
““Congratulations, Ms. Lundberg,” he said. “You’ve regained your freedom. All of Mr. Parkhouse’s assets have already been transferred to your name. You are now the largest shareholder of the McMillan Group. And more than that, I look forward to the return of the former top lawyer.”
Kenzie lowered her gaze to the documents in her hands.
“I will,” she said quietly. “From now on, I’ll protect myself with the law.”
That night, she went back home to retrieve her ID and passport.
When Colton saw her, he called out casually, like nothing had ever happened.
“Kenzie. Mom wants us to bring our son back tomorrow for dinner. Go to the hospital and bring him home.”
Then, impatiently, he added, “I don’t care what kind of fit you’ve been throwing. Tomorrow, you have to come.”
She looked up. It was the same face, but everything felt different now.
From this moment on, she felt no love for him at all. Only hatred remained.
“Alright,” she replied evenly. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring the baby.”
Colton paused, surprised she didn’t argue. Then he said nothing more and left, once again with Kinsey at his side.
Kenzie proceeded to get her ID and passport. Then she packed the divorce certificate, Colton’s copy, the child’s death certificate, and every piece of evidence she’d gathered over the years exposing Kinsey’s crimes. She sealed the envelope and handed it to the courier.
Tomorrow’s family dinner wouldn’t be a reunion. It would be a reckoning.
She would seek justice for herself, for the child she lost, and for her foster mother!
After packing the last of her belongings, Kenzie pulled her suitcase toward the door and deleted her fingerprint from the smart lock.
She was done with this hell completely.
Outside, Clarkson was already waiting by the car, holding the roses she loved most.
“Kenzie…” he said softly. “I’m here to take you home. Let’s go?”
“Alright.”
She got into the car and glanced back as the villa shrank in the distance.
“Colton. Kinsey,” she murmured. “I’ve prepared a gift for you tomorrow. Hope you enjoy it.
“We’ll settle our accounts,” she added. “Slowly.”
