She rose from the table, every muscle in her body trembling with restrained fury. Without a word, she marched upstairs, grabbed the necklace box, and returned to the dining room. Peter looked up, surprised at her quick compliance, but Cindy’s glare silenced whatever smug remark he had planned.
Clutching the box tightly, Cindy met his gaze with steely resolve. “Keep your wealth, Peter. You’ll need it to fill the emptiness inside you.” Her voice was calm but laced with venom. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and left the mansion that had never felt like home.