No one had asked if Felicia even had money to stay at a hotel.
Felicia curved her lips into a mischievous smile. "Not a hotel—a man's house. He was kind enough to take me in, and honestly, I've been quite comfortable there."
Sebastian fell silent.
His eyes flared with anger, his protective instincts kicking in. "You're a young woman! How could you possibly stay at some stranger's house? That's completely inappropriate! I'll book you a hotel right now, and you're not—"
"Sebastian Fuller," Felicia interrupted, her voice sharp and unwavering as she called him by his full name. "There's no longer any relationship between me and your family. What I do with my life is none of your business."
Sebastian froze, stunned by her words. She had always called him "Sebastian". Hearing her strip away that familiarity cut deep, but he tried to reason with her.
"Mom only hit you because she was upset. Everything she said was in the heat of the moment. Don't take it to heart!" he urged.
"And what if I do?" Felicia's eyes glinted coldly. "Do you think I'll just come running back whenever it suits you? Called in when needed and cast aside just as easily?"
Her gaze was icy, and her tone cut straight to the point. "Let's not waste time, Sebastian. You didn't ask me here to reconcile, did you? What do you want?"
Sebastian hesitated, but Felicia continued, her voice calm and unyielding. "You want to know why I advised Mina, don't you? Why did I let this mess spiral out of control, causing the Fuller family to lose their reputation and tank the shares? Am I right?"
Sebastian said nothing, so she answered him, "I'm not the one who caused this disaster. It's Kayla, the murderer, and your parents who chose to shield her."
Felicia's voice remained steady, each word hitting like a hammer.
"Every decision, every misstep—they made those choices. Not me."
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