Chapter 125

ARIANA'S POV

I stood in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on my mother in disbelief. Her tone was so casual. The way she said the "I know" was so flippant that it made my stomach churn. What kind of a woman was Margaret Vanderbilt? Why wasn't she flustered? Her calm demeanor was like a slap in the face.

"Mother, how can you be so calm?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "Robert just said my father killed someone! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

She waved her hand dismissively, her expression unchanging. She walked past us and opened the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water and pouring herself a glass of water.

"It was a long time ago, Ariana. It doesn't matter now." She then stood looking at us, defiance in her eyes.

My anger surged. "How can you say that? Murder is a terrible crime! How can you just ignore it?" I took a step closer to her, my voice rising.

I hated that she was being so callous. I had almost lost my own life. Every night I suffered nightmares an