She didn't dare feel sympathy for Tiana again.
Seeing that her mother wouldn't even look at her, Tiana felt a wave of despair and panic. But her father, grandfather, grandmother, and aunt were too busy arguing to notice her distress.
"Julian!" Janetta was hissing at her son. "How could you be so foolish as to give Winona all of your personal assets? Did Felly agree to this? And besides, does Winona even deserve a penny of the Nicholson family's money?"
Julian laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "Do you want to know why I'm giving her everything?"
"Why?" his mother demanded.
"For the countless times she gave blood to Victor! For the seven or eight hours she spent massaging your back while you ate and slept, never letting her stop for a second! You had no problem summoning her for a massage, but for the six years she lived in our house, why did you tell Yates not to give her an allowance? How was she supposed to survive in our home with no money?"
"I was trying to make her miserable!" Janetta admitted brazenly.
"Then why did you let her massage you for hours on end?"
Janetta stammered, "Because… because she was better than any of the professional masseuses!"
Julian was speechless. "You knew she was selling her blood on the black market, and you still wouldn't give her an allowance. Forget everything else, she was carrying my child! Did you not know that?"
"I…" Janetta was choked by her son's accusations, unable to form a response.



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