"Look, Cesar, I don't care about the Blackwell estate or the Blackwell fortune..."
But he cut me off before I could finish.
"Just like you love reminding us that you don't care about the Blackwell name," he snapped. "I know that's a lie. Your mother cares. Everyone cares. And I mean everyone. Even the president cares. So how can you, one insignificant nobody, not care?"
The words stung, but not because they were true. Because he meant for them to. I had a comeback on the tip of my tongue, something sharp and cutting. But I stopped myself.
He was angry. Clearly still mad from whatever had gone down with Sebastian. And now he was deflecting all that frustration onto me.
"Look, Cesar," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "All I want right now is to go to bed. In peace. Without problems."
"And what do you think I want?" he fired back.
"If you really wanted peace, you'd be in your room, in your bed, asleep. Not here."
