Chapter 36

The favoritism was unbearable—blatant and suffocating. Felicia's eyes were sharp, as if she could see through their thoughts. Any trace of guilt or denial they had was completely exposed. Myra stammered, "Licia, Kayla would never do something like that." "You can read her mind now? Know exactly what she's done or thought?" Felicia's tone was dismissive, completely indifferent to whether this would tear their relationship apart. The illusion of family harmony had long been shattered, so there was no need to pretend anymore. Myra was at a loss for words, and Dexter added, "Licia, don't get sidetracked. The one who tried to harm you is Melvin, and I promise you, I will make sure justice is served. But Kayla has nothing to do with this." Kayla stood quietly behind them, not needing to defend herself. There would always be someone ready to believe her, to protect her. This was a privilege Felicia could never afford. Felicia had expected things to turn out this way, but it still hur