Chapter 147 It Wasn't Me

• “I know you’re not on good terms with her,” Seraphel says, her tone shifting, disappointment threading through it. “But even I can feel for her in this situation. And she is your sister—blood or not. After having spent so much time by her side, having grown up with her, you should be horrified to hear of it. I still have shivers every time I think of her sobs and the state I found her in,” Seraphel admits, rubbing her palms down her sleeved arms.
• Davina lowers her gaze, masking the flicker of irritation that rises at the word.
• “As a woman,” Seraphel scolds, “you should stand for her.”