Chapter 436 It’s All Your Fault

• “Ah!” Calla Sullivan screamed. She tore herself free from Hazel and bolted to the corner, pressing against the wall. Still shaken, she stared at Hazel. The jealousy she’d buried for years shot up like wild vines breaking through the soil, feeding on rage. “Hazel, this is all your fault!”
• “Do you know how much I envied you? As a kid, I could only trail behind you and Evelyn Yeandle, playing the boring green leaf to your shining flower. You were too good. You picked up anything in a snap, while I clenched my teeth, bled and cried and still couldn’t match you. No one ever looked at me—they were all drawn to you. I could only lurk in the shadows, watching you, day after day.”
• “You were the precious heiress of Sullivan Manor, and I was just a bastard. Why? Why did everyone adore you? They said I was your little lapdog, your maid. I hated you. I hated all of you. Back then I swore I would replace you. I’d take everything you had—every last thing!”