Chapter 150

• ZACH’S POV
• His gaze flickered to where Joan and Ella were chasing themselves around the garden and he continued, oblivious to my growing rage. “I mean, her daughter is already influencing Joan negatively. Look at them running around like… a couple of riffraffs.”
• My fists clenched at my sides as I took a deep breath, trying to maintain control. My parents’ words echoed in my head, and with every second, I felt my blood boiling. This wasn’t just about their disapproval of Malia—it was about everything. Every dig, every subtle insult they’d ever thrown my way, every time they acted as if I wasn’t good enough, as if my choices didn’t matter. But this—this crossed a line.