"Even before you broke my arm, you allowed Emily to hit me."
Like a bolt of thunder, Severine's words struck Damien, making his heart tremble.
"You kicked me until my ribs broke."
One by one, she began recounting the things she had endured.
"You stood guard while your sister bashed my head against the table."
Severine had to cover her forehead with her blazer to hide the blood. By sheer luck, she didn't suffer a concussion.
"You held me down while she slapped me. When I struggled, you grabbed my neck and scolded me for being a nuisance."
"You asked others to bully me, spread rumors about me, and even get the academy to punish me."
The more she spoke, the calmer she became.
It was as if she weren't talking about herself but about someone else.
As if those things had nothing to do with her.
"Your little follower, Ethen, tried to molest me—under your sister's command."
On that particular evening, Severine was dizzy due to her recent head injury.
