Nelson Cooper stepped back slightly, putting some space between himself and Serena. He looked down, eyes pitch-black, unreadable.
"Every time, you blame it on your condition. When Claire and I were getting married, you threatened suicide—so I sent her abroad. When she came back and you hired someone to hurt her, again, it was 'because you were sick.' And last time, you used that same excuse after getting caught on camera."
His voice was low but packed with frustration. "Just because you're ill, does that mean everyone else has to cater to you? Suffer through things they shouldn't have to?"
With each word Nelson threw at her, Serena's face drained of color.
If it had been anyone else, maybe it wouldn't sting as much. But it was him. Nelson. That meant he must be completely don
