Chapter 434

Anya's eyes widened. "And Wynne? You drove him to jump off the building, forcing him to Jerome's side, didn't you?"

Frederick flinched, a slight narrowing of his eyes betraying his simmering anger. These two scoundrels dared target Anya's company, the very source of her pride and purpose. He knew how much this job meant to her, and the image of Anya's crushed spirit fueled his fury.

"I'll find them right now," he growled, already reaching for his coat.

Anya asked, "And what will that help? More fighting? More chaos? Can't you just stay out of it for once? Useless! You're always useless, and now you're dragging me down with you. Frederick, I hate you! Get out!"

Frederick's face paled. He opened his mouth to speak, but Anya cut him off, her voice thick with emotion. "Get out! Don't you dare come back until you understand what you have done! This job—it's everything to me! You've never understood me!"

Tears streamed down Anya's face as a torrent of memories washed over her. A childh