Everything she was suffering now was their fault, and they wanted to destroy her even further? Not a chance.


    She red at her parents, her voice a low, furious snarl. "Back then, you were afraid Lionel was a nobody who couldn''t help the family, so you forbade the marriage and pushed me toward Quennel. Now, for the good of the family, you want me to marry an abuser! It''s always about the family, the family, the family! Am I not part of this family?"


    David''s eyes darted away. "You have to marry someone eventually. The Zades, the Lees, the Smiths-are any of themparable to the Rosenbergs? We''re only thinking of you."


    "Thinking of me? Or thinking of how to trade my life to save yourpany?" she shot back. "David, you got my brother killed, and now you''re trying to get rid of me. Will you be happy then?"


    Edith flinched and rushed to her daughter''s side. "Sandra, how can you say that about your father? He works so hard for this family."


    Sandra shoved her away. "Works hard at what? Every resource, every connection, I was the one who had to beg Lionel for! What have you done since thepany started failing? I had to ask Lionel to arrange my brother''s funeral! When I was in the hospital, neither of you even visited!"


    "And now that the resources I begged for aren''t enough to save thepany, you suddenly remember you have a daughter you can sell off! David, are you even human? Are you fit to be a..."


    SLAP!


    Her words had pushed him too far. As if she had uttered some unforgivable curse, David swung his arm and struck her hard across the face.


    "Lock her in her room!" he roared. "No food, no water! Keep her there until the Rosenbergse for her the day after tomorrow!"


    At hismand, the hesitant maids moved forward, grabbing Sandra and dragging her upstairs.


    “Let go of me! David, you''re not a man, you''re a monster! Selling your own daughter! I''ll call the police! Let me go! Let me GO!"


    Hearing her daughter''s screams, Edith covered her face and began to sob.


    "Crying, crying, what''s the use in crying?" David snapped. “This is all your fault for spoiling her since she was a child! Look at what she''s be!"


    Edith opened her mouth to argue, but the words died on her lips. She closed it again, her cries reduced to silent, choked sobs.


    Meanwhile, Lionel sped to the old family estate, only to be told by a servant that Quennel had taken their mother and grandmother to church.


    His eyes narrowed. He mmed his fist against the wall. This was obviously Quennel''s doing. He must have known Lionel woulde att this time and deliberately made himself and their mother


    unavable.


    As he was trying to figure out his next move, his phone buzzed. It was a call from one of the maids at the Woods'' house.


    "What is it?"


    The maid, hiding somewhere in the house, spoke in a hushed, urgent whisper. "Mr. Rosenberg, it''s terrible! Mr. Woods and Miss Sandra had a huge fight. He locked her in her room and ordered us not to give her any food or water until Kimes to get her."


    "She''s screaming and yelling that she''s going to jump out the window! Please you have toe save her Mr Rosenberg! I begging you We all know what that man did to Kis first wife. If Miss Sandra goes there, it''s a death sentence!"


    Lionel''s blood ran cold. For a moment, his mind wentpletely nk.


    "Tell Sandra I will stop this," he said, his voice strained. "Tell her to stay calm and wait for me."