Chapter 291: Questions That Bleed
"Can you even hear yourself?" Orion asked.
His voice wasn't loud—just tight. Stretched thin. Like someone pulling a thread to the point it was ready to snap.
Sophia blinked slowly and lifted her gaze to his. "I can hear myself loud and clear," she said calmly but sternly.
Orion inhaled sharply, then exhaled through his teeth. "You do realize she's your mother, right? The same one who carried you for fucking nine months?"
Sophia's fingers twitched on the blanket—bandaged, bruised, still tender from everything her body had reenacted without her knowledge. "Of course I know she's my mother, you oaf," she replied dryly. "I'm aware she carried me for nine months. I'm also aware that she tried to kill me, to drown me and hit me numerous times even while I was very sick."
"And if your suspicions are right—if she's the one who made the incisions or has anything to do with it, then she didn't try to kill me just once." Her voice tightened.
