EPILOGUE

Six months later…

Scarlett walked into the room and met Richard's gaze. He hadn't changed a bit— it's just been six months, she didn't know why she was expecting him to change. She sat down in front of him and they were both silent for a few minutes.

“I heard you were sick.” She broke the silence, finding it hard to look at his face, considering everything he had done.

“I don't need you to care, Scarlett.” Richard scoffed, also avoiding eye contact.

Scarlett chuckled, “My question is not out of care, it's simply because I want to be sure that you're suffering in here, that's all you deserve.”

“Just tell me why you're here.” Richard sounded pissed off.

Scarlett could not deny the fact that she was still very hurt by her uncle's betrayal, the shock and the dark paint of it all were plastered on her heart and she couldn't get over it. It pained her that he was acting so nonchalant, he was indeed a great actor. He spent years pretending to care about it, he was indeed callous.

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