Chapter 442

VANCE’S POV

“Was I not running this fucking house?” she whispers, her teeth gritted as she steps even closer.

“Was I not?” She is visibly shaking now. “Day in and day out. For ten years after Daphne passed, who kept this place moving? Who did the staff come to? Who sat up with the kitchen girls when they cried for home? Who wrote to their mothers? Who paid for a doctor out of her own pocket when y