Chapter 26: Cast Out

Giselle stood her ground as two figures tried to berate her from their self-assumed moral high ground. “You want the cash and the mansion, is that it?” Giselle sneered, beckoning Fiona with a flick of her finger. “Come over here, let’s have a chat.” Her smile was unsettling, causing Fiona to unconsciously take a step back. Henry’s gaze swept over fiercely, his intimidating presence forcing Fiona to comply; she hesitantly moved towards Giselle. “Giselle, please, you’re misunderstanding us. What we’re trying to say is—” Slap! The sound was sharp. Giselle, typically seeming delicate and fragile, drew upon her years of dance training, endowed with greater stamina and resilience than most. Fiona felt a painful ringing in her ears, a buzz that mingled with the sting on her face, leaving her momentarily stunned. “Leave!,” Giselle commanded icily, tilting her chin up. “You, the murderer of my mother, have no right to cry and howl before me.” “Giselle!” Cynthia exploded in anger, her