Balfour paused at the threshold of Ivy's hospital room, taking a deep breath before he turned the handle and pushed the door open.
To his surprise, he found Mara inside!
Seeing Balfour's stern expression, Mara sneered, "What? Haven't seen me in a short while and you’ve forgotten who I am?"
Balfour's face turned a shade of thunderous gray as he shot a furious glare at the bodyguard stationed at the door.
"Why blame them?" Mara taunted. "I insisted I was a friend of Mr. Howard. Who would dare turn me away? You only have yourself to blame for being so careless, listening to that old woman talking so much and not rushing back to your precious wife’s side! It seems she doesn't mean that much to you, does she? Just like how you moved on from your past love for my sister, Victoria?"
Balfour's pupils dilated slightly, shocked that before he could even confront her, Mara was admitting to everything on her own.
"So, you really killed Victoria, did you?" he asked, voice steady but brimming with accusation.
Mara laughed, a chilling sound. "Me? Kill my own sister? What are you talking about? I simply gave her a taste of her own medicine, quite literally. She took the pills herself; it was clearly a suicide, wasn't it?"
Balfour laughed, though there was no humor in it. "She was your own flesh and blood. Aren't you afraid that in the dead of night, her ghost might come seeking vengeance? After all the terrible things you've done, how can you stand there so composed? Do you even have a conscience?"
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