Chapter 25

Cora’s POV

“Can’t I come visit my son again?” Mrs. Hart snapped, her tone coated with strained composure. I could see the flicker of anger behind her perfectly applied makeup — that tight smile of a woman trying hard to pretend she wasn’t losing control.

I folded my arms and leaned casually against the arm of the couch. “Your son?” I repeated, arching a brow. “With the little I know, you don’t regard that man as your son. So forgive me if I’m confused about ...