Bab 44: Avarice

"I'm sorry but I must have heard you wrong." Celia murmured in a thin little voice. "It sounded like you said-"

"That my father was responsible for my brother's death? Yes, because it's what I said."

At that, Celia sucked in a harsh breath, completely lost for words. What the hell was she supposed to reply now?

And to think only a few moments earlier, she'd been hoping for Lucas to tell her something awful about himself…

Irony was a very cruel mistress indeed.

What kind of man killed a child? Much less his own infant in the cradle? "Was it…did he do it with poison?" Celia heard her voice catch a little.