(Grace’s POV)
Alex pushes through, shoving the maids aside. His face is a mess of confusion and sudden fear when he sees my state.
I lay curled in a ball, my hair spread on the floor, lip split open, and dark bruises already blooming on my arms. Something akin to regret or guilt flashes in his eyes.
And for a split second, a stupid, foolish hope flares in my chest. He cares. He will save me.
But before he even takes a step towards me, Fiona Stanley lands her gaze on him, sharp and commanding, daring him to take another step forward.
“Mom, is this necessary?” Alex asks, looking uncomfortable.
“If it wasn’t for her, your grandfather would’ve never lashed you like an animal. You’re covered in wounds because of her. So you tell me. Is this necessary or not?”
“I…”
And that’s when Vivien
