I looked at the two of them, their faces arranged in practiced concern, and felt something go cold inside me.
"The baby comes with me."
"And this divorce is happening."
The moment they saw my resolve, their expressions shifted.
Percival glared at me, all pretense gone. "I told them not to go after some pampered city princess, but did anyone listen?"
"They made me fake being sick just to trick her into coming back here to marry and settle down!"
"We didn't pay a cent in bride price, and she didn't bring a cent in dowry either!"
The words hit me one after another, each more absurd than the last. My heart skipped a beat.
"You faked your illness?"
My whole body was shaking.
"Dad, I brought you here to help, not to make things worse!" Nigel's voice came from the doorway.
He stormed in, flushed and frantic.
Leona was right behind him.
After a few sharp words, Percival went quiet.
"Nigel." My voice was barely holding together. "Explain. Now."
"You made your father fake an illness to trick me into coming back here and marrying you?"
I jabbed my finger at his face, fury flooding every vein.