Chapter 33

When Effie stepped through the door of the Bagnold household, she was hit by an immediate, suffocating tension.

Shepard sat rigidly on the living room couch, his face dark with anger. Vera, dressed in an elegant evening gown, stood off to the side, her expression complicated, saying nothing. On another sofa, Suzan sat with her head bowed, her complexion ghostly pale-clearly, she'd already endured a round of scolding.

Suzan knew she'd messed up. After all, the fiasco had exploded online for everyone to see.

"So, the prodigal daughter finally returns," Shepard's voice was cold as ice as he fixed Effie with a razor-sharp stare.

Effie met his gaze with indifference, her tone detached. "You wanted to see me?"

Her words were flat, almost as if she were speaking to a stranger. In truth, Effie felt that even strangers deserved more of her respect than Shepard did. Just looking at him, and thinking about how he and that woman had ruined her mother's life, filled her with bitter resentment.

speak to me?" Shepard snapped,

"If you have something to say, say

table so hard the whole room seemed to shudder. "You ungrateful brat!

are you sure you're not

off guard by her retort, his scowl deepening. Of course he knew what the footage showed he just didn't care about the truth. All that mattered

how would this have become such a public scandal? Outrageous. He should have

storm, and instead of defusing the situation, Effie had let it spiral further out of control. As Shepard watched Effie sit

no matter what she did, as her older sibling, you should have protected her, not let the whole world in

his words, a cold, mocking smile flickering at her lips. This was her father: selfish, self-serving, always ready to throw her under the

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