Lennox's POV
I wasn't even surprised when he confessed. Deep down, I think part of me always knew. We all did. It made too much sense.
"I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I just wanted my daughter to be happy. It was never supposed to go this far."
I folded my arms, my jaw clenched tightly. He shook his head, fear in his eyes. "After your father asked the guards to deliver the letters, I was curious. I told them I'd do it myself… and when I opened them, I saw what your parents wrote..." His shoulders sagged with guilt.
"I saw an opportunity," he said quietly. "I met with my sister—the one who specializes in enchantments. I told her what I needed. She did it. She cast the spell. I made it so you three would feel hatred… disgust… anything that would push Olivia away."
My vision blurred with red. With a roar, I lunged forward and slammed my fist into his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. He coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
