Alex had never ached for her mother the way she did that day. The man seated before her was nothing but a selfish snake. All the years her mother had spent with him meant nothing to him; he'd never felt a thing for her, and Alex couldn't help shedding a few tears on her mother's behalf.
She couldn't fathom how a father could exploit his own daughter like this. Using his own child to steal his wife's fortune was wrong, no matter how you looked at it. Disgusted, Alex regarded Alan calmly, her piercing blue eyes fixed on his — cold, empty of feeling. If she'd once held even a shred of sentiment for her father, none of it remained now. Alan was simply a stranger meddling in her life.
