Chapter 2080

Terror flooded Felix’s eyes. He nodded so quickly his brown curls quivered. “Understood.”

Only then did Nathaniel let the matter drop.

Felix was not born a terror. With proper guidance, he could have been an ordinary, even likable, child.

When Nathaniel kept the boy near, Felix’s worst fault had been harmless pride. Under Miranda’s indulgence, that pride had swollen into reckless arrogance.

Miranda’s palms were slick with sweat. Afraid Nathaniel might actually make good on his threat, she hurried forward and scooped Felix into her arms.

“Nathaniel, he’s only a child. Don’t frighten him like that.”

The smug curve that had owned her lips minutes ago was nowhere to be found.