Tibetan mastiff!
A jolt of fear shot through Briony’s heart.
But she knew—this was exactly the kind of situation where she couldn’t afford to panic.
“Did Madeline really think I’d show up here empty-handed?” Briony’s voice was steady, almost cold.
Madeline frowned. “What are you getting at?”
Briony’s lips curled into a frosty smile. “Every single call Mack made to me these past few days—I recorded them all. Before I set foot in the Kensington house, I stopped by the police station. I filed a report and handed over the recordings. If anything happens to me here today, Mack will be the prime suspect. And the rest of you? Every single person in this room will be implicated.”
A stunned silence fell over the room. The entire Kensington family stared at her in disbelief.
She had actually thought this far ahead!
Melody practically spat with rage. “You little wretch! No wonder you seduced Stewart into representing you back in college—you conniving witch! You didn’t come here looking for help; you came to set a trap for the whole Kensington family!”
The rest of the Kensingtons weren’t far behind, pointing fingers and hurling curses:
“It’s a disgrace we ever took you in! Briony, will you only be happy when you’ve destroyed this family?”
“We never should have let the old man raise you—we should’ve left you to fend for yourself in the middle of nowhere!”
“Mack is your own brother! And you’re scheming against him? Briony, you’re vile—you’ll get what you deserve!”
Briony tuned out their insults; to her, their words were just so much noise.
She stood alone, back straight despite the blood staining her ivory winter coat. She looked battered, but hardly broken.
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