“McNeil, don’t forget—you still need Violet. If she’s locked up for a month, someone’s going to lose their life. And those secrets you and your father have been hiding all these years? I’ll make sure the world knows. Are you really willing to sacrifice Victoria just to save that person?”
Yulia’s voice was frantic on the other end of the line. Instantly, McNeil’s dark eyes turned cold, a storm brewing where moments before there had only been calm.
He gripped his phone, his words slow and deliberate. “You’re threatening me?”
Yulia realized she’d gone too far; her tone softened at once.
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t threaten you. I just… I just want you to help Violet. She’s been taken to the station—they won’t even allow bail. I don’t know what else to do.”
McNeil’s reply was icy. “Figure it out yourselves.”
He hung up without another word.
Victoria was fast asleep in the bedroom. McNeil cast one last glance at her half-closed door, then left the apartment.
The next morning, as always, McNeil showed up at Victoria’s home to prepare her meals.
Victoria woke to find herself lying comfortably, and she immediately guessed who had helped her. From now on, she resolved to always lock her bedroom door.
She’d expected McNeil to give up quickly after being ignored and shut out, but to her surprise, he persisted for nearly a week.
During that week, Victoria spoke to him only when absolutely necessary, living as if she were still new to Evermore City—relaxed, content, and treating McNeil as though he were invisible. Yet, despite her coldness, McNeil never lost patience or showed the slightest irritation.
One evening after dinner, McNeil brought her a glass of milk.
“I’m thinking of having Gwyn stay with us,” he said.
Victoria paused, startled, then immediately shook her head.
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