INGRID
This was his fault.
All his fault.
He forced me to do this!
Ingrid was pacing around the private study of her Father-in-law. Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she tried to reason with herself.
As if pacing around wasn't enough, Ingrid even started to bite off her nails in sheer stress.
Who wouldn't be stressed when the clan's patriarch lay slumped by the bottom of the stairs?
Again, it wasn't her fault.
This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't come barrelling at her.
In fact, none of this would've happened if that bastard Bernard kept his mouth shut as agreed upon.
If Alexa hadn't been so stupid, maybe, just maybe…
Ingrid's mind raced to blame everyone but herself. In her opinion, it was them who bought this onto themselves.
What just happened was a necessary accident, and it was God's way of protecting her and her children.
