“Your father is a debtor who sold his daughter to the highest bidder,” Jason said, taking a step closer. “He doesn’t care about you.”

The truth of his words cut deep, but I refused to let him see me flinch.

“And you are a thief who is trying to steal his cousin’s life,” I replied.

Jason’s smile vanished, his jaw tightening as he stared at me.

“You have no idea what you are playing with,” he said softly.

Before he could move toward me, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

The door to the suite swung open.

Vivian Thornton stood in the doorway, supported by her silver-headed cane.

Her gray hair was perfectly styled, her dark eyes sharp and alert despite the late hour.

She looked at Jason, then at me, and finally at Ethan lying silent in the bed.

“What is the meaning of this commotion?” Vivian demanded, her voice echoing in the quiet room.

“Ethan had a spell, Grandmother,” Jason said immediately, his tone shifting to one of polite concern. “I was just checking on him.”