"Oh my God, Andrew," Eleanor said. "My sweet boy. You took that innocent boy from this house when he was barely five years old. Because of your spite, you denied him a father who adored him!"
Zara smoothed a stray hair away from her face and looked Eleanor up and down.
"No, Eleanor. I saved his life. I took him away so he wouldn't grow up with a woman like you whispering in his ear. I gave him a life where he didn't have to compete for his father's love, with you. He was the only thing I loved."
"You are so crazy," Eleanor snapped, her composure finally breaking. "I loved him, we all did. And you just took him and left."
Zara walked over to a velvet armchair, sitting down with forced elegance. She crossed her legs, obviously trying to reclaim her status as the lady of the house.
