Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 513

Frieda wrapped her arms around Gennifer’s shoulders, patting her gently—her touch all motherly warmth, though her eyes were cold and burning with hatred.

Ruby had never been Hanley’s favorite, not since she was a child. Meanwhile, Gennifer, the adopted daughter, had always been considerate and sweet, so much so that even Hanley, always busy with work, found himself lingering at home more often just for her. But over the last couple of years, Ruby’s attitude had only gotten worse. Even with Gennifer still around, Hanley barely spent any time at home anymore. Ruby simply never lived up to expectations—she never won Hanley’s affection, and now, of all things, she’d lashed out at the one person Frieda and Hanley both relied on.

Disgust simmered in Frieda’s chest. She felt Gennifer trembling in her embrace and spoke in a soothing tone, “It’s alright, sweetheart. I promise—I’ll make sure you get justice.”

Only then did Gennifer lift her head, her eyes brimming with grievance. “Really, Mom?”

She clung tightly to Frieda’s sleeve, as if terrified Frieda might change her mind. “Mom, you don’t know what she did. Ruby set me up—because of her, I got locked in a room and beaten. It hurts so much.”

She pitifully extended her arm, covered in bruises and cuts. The sight of those injuries made Frieda’s heart twist and her anger flare even hotter.

“Has she lost her mind?” Frieda snapped. “Does she think leaving the Graysons means she can do whatever she wants? Honestly, she grew up with her grandmother and learned nothing about respect or family.”

Frieda slammed her hand down on the bed, making it shake violently—a testament to her fury.

Gennifer watched, keeping her face carefully composed in that same pitiful expression, but inside, she was seething with satisfaction. Still, when she thought of the real culprit, her hands balled into fists and she forced herself to swallow her anger.

Morgan was now CEO of the second largest corporation in Quinborough; with the Grayson family in decline and no real alliance with the Steeles yet, Gennifer knew better than to make an enemy of him. There was no point in self-destruction.

But whenever she calmed down enough to think of him, her mind drifted back to that locked room.

Morgan had shown no mercy—every blow had landed hard. More than once, she’d thought she might actually die there.

A flicker of terror crossed Gennifer’s eyes.

She couldn’t take on Morgan—not now. But wasn’t all of this Ruby’s fault in the first place?

Blaming everything on Ruby, Gennifer nestled back into Frieda’s arms, pouring out her woes and quickly earning Frieda’s promise.

“I’ll make sure she pays for this!” Frieda declared.

“Mom…” Gennifer’s eyes lit up with satisfaction, though she blinked innocently, as if trying to dissuade her. “But… she’s still my sister. Isn’t it a bit much?”

“Too much?” Frieda scoffed. “She hurt you this badly—did she stop to think about family then? The truth is, I didn’t discipline her enough when she was younger. Now it’s time for me to do my duty as a mother.”

Gennifer’s eyes sparkled. She let out a soft whimper and tucked herself closer to Frieda. “You’re the best, Mom.”

“But…”

Gennifer suddenly remembered something and hesitated, tugging on Frieda’s hand. “Did you see the news yesterday? I got Ruby into some trouble. Thinking about it now, maybe that’s why she went after me.”

Frieda’s brow furrowed. “You mean when you called the reporter to help her?”

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