"If you had kept your big mouth shut and denied everything, you wouldn't be in this situation," Leah rebuked, her tone sharp and unforgiving. "You wouldn't have worsened it for everyone. Now you dare ask for my help after betraying my daughter? Your friend?"
Their voices were so low and discrete that the police across the room could barely hear them, but the venom was clear.
Ivy's face fell into a mix of disbelief and guilt. Clarissa had promised her a tempting offer to do those things without drawing suspicion. It was supposed to be a secret.
Rotting alone in jail for an attempt? That was a price she couldn't pay.
"I didn't want to betray her!" Ivy squeaked, her face twisting into a pathetic plea. "I was scared! Everything happened so fast. I didn't know what I was saying when I spilled the—"
Leah's infuriating glare pierced through Ivy, crumbling her plea. Sparing Clarissa one last glance, Leah walked away without another word.
