Her brows furrowed in confusion.

I sighed dramatically.

"Oh, how foolish you are, Greta."

She gritted her teeth, her fingers fisted by her sides.

"Let's say... I planned everything to end this way."

"What do you mean by that?" she bit out.

"History has a funny way of repeating itself, doesn't it? Like father, like son..." I drawled, tapping my chin softly.

"Long story short, the person your son almost raped was a paid actor."

"What?"

"A leopard can never change its spots, you know? All I had to do was make sure your son had the opportunity to do it again, so I hired someone to lure out the...