Hearing the sarcasm in her voice, Elowen's eyes widened. "You knew all along? When did you figure it out?"
"Anyone with half a brain could see it coming, Elowen. Not everyone is as clueless as you."
Larry was such a conservative man, holding onto outdated values. The thought of divorce was beyond him, so how could he possibly accept raising another man's daughter for thirty years, especially putting her above his own flesh and blood?
It had to be that Elowen was his biological child, possibly his firstborn, which explained why he valued her so much.
Amara's fingers pinched Elowen's chin, applying just enough pressure.
Elowen, normally a bit sturdier and stronger than Amara, was now weakened. After days of fighting with her family, she hadn't eaten much, leaving her powerless against Amara.
"Blood relation or not, what does it matter now? The Sullivan family has come to this point, and some things are just unavoidable."
Amara's gaze hardened.
After over twenty years of timidity, she was finally rediscovering herself and was determined to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
She released Elowen, stepping back. "Father didn't confine you to the house to punish you. He just wanted you out of the public eye to avoid gossip. It's laughable that you think he did it out of spite, fighting with the family for days on end. You're so ungrateful."
Elowen wouldn't understand the meaning behind Amara's words. She'd only grow more resentful. Amara spoke freely, knowing this.
She came to see Elowen's misery, and having seen enough, she turned to leave.
Larry stood in the hallway, his presence like a towering mountain. His face, usually so formidable, seemed a bit gaunt.
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