Jesse was genuinely stunned.

She stared at Chelsea with wide eyes. “Then, Sister, why don’t you just…”

“Send them straight to prison?”

Chelsea finished her sentence for her, a frosty smile curling her lips. “Where’s the fun in that? A swift end is too easy. Lingering torment is the real punishment for their crimes, don’t you think?”

Jesse sat frozen, feeling an icy chill rise from her toes to the depths of her heart. Her spine tingled.

“Then… you’ve also known for a while, haven’t you? That Uncle Versta isn’t truly part of the Bromley family by blood, and that Thea and I… we’re not really your cousins either?”

Chelsea...