Chapter 4

That night, Eliza and I got home together, and she had a smug look.

"Violet, so what if you marry Charles? You can have his body, but you'll never have his heart. Oh, maybe he won't even let you touch his body either," she said.

Without Charles around, she finally dropped her innocent act. "I made your mom dead, and I can sure as hell steal Charles, the man you love the most. Just wait, Violet. Everything that's yours will end up being mine eventually."

Eliza thought she could get on my nerves, but I just gave her a cold glance.

"Then I wish you could move out of the maid's room soon," I said.

After that, I ignored her and walked straight into the mansion.

Harvey came to talk to me and said that Arthur needed some more time to think it over.

Charles probably almost forgot that he had another younger brother.

Frankie had a daughter who had given up her inheritance rights to become a cop because she had fallen in love with a policeman. Later, they both died in the line of duty, leaving behind only their son, Arthur.

Frankie and his daughter had had a huge falling-out because of that marriage decision.

After she died, Frankie felt remorseful. But Arthur didn't go back to the Cameron family very often.

With my reminder, Frankie felt that he owed Arthur.

Even if Arthur didn't marry me, Frankie would still leave him a portion of his property.

Charles was dead set on getting the Cameron Group, but he had no idea that he could never get it all.

I was looking forward to seeing how Charles would fare in this life.

On the day of Harvey's 80th birthday, all the big shots in our circle showed up.

To make sure the party went smoothly, I checked Harvey's health with the doctor one more time.

When Eliza saw me there, she walked straight towards me.

These past few days, Charles had taken Eliza to a bunch of luxury stores.

I checked her social media account, and every single fancy Instagram post was screaming about how close they were.

When she saw me, she came over and smiled, "Violet, Charles is such a great guy. He took me to buy so many luxury things. And not only that, he even measured me himself and said he was going to order a custom-made dress for me."

Seeing I ignored her, she continued, "Charles also said that even after you two get married, I shouldn't be shy around him. We'll be family, and he should do things for me."

Eliza kept interrupting my conversation with the doctor. I turned around and was about to tell her to buzz off.

But when I saw the brooch on her chest, I froze.

That brooch was the birthday gift my parents had given me when I was a kid.

They loved each other deeply. Amelia had designed the brooch herself, and Blake had found the best craftsman in Winussland to make it.

It was a symbol of their wish for me to have a happy and fulfilling life.

Later, after that horrible thing happened, Amelia died, and Blake lost his will to live and never came out of his room. So, I never received a birthday gift from them again.

There was only one such brooch in the world, and I didn't even want to wear it myself.

I grabbed Eliza's collar, pushed her into the corner, and looked down at her. "Where did you get this brooch?"

Suddenly, Eliza started choking up. "Violet, even though you've always hated me, I've always thought of you as my dear sister. Charles just bought me a few clothes because he felt sorry for me. You shouldn't hit me just because you're angry."

I wasn't falling for her act. I didn't ease up my grip and said viciously, "Tell me. Where did you get the brooch? Who gave it to you?"

Eliza just stared at me with widened eyes. I was so disgusted that I tried to snatch the brooch, but another hand grabbed my wrist tightly.

A cold voice came from behind me. "Violet, what are you doing? Do you want to hit her right in the open?"

Charles stood protectively in front of Eliza and glared at me. "Is this how you, the Macleod family, treat your kin?"