"Sophia Black! What are you doing!"

Vivian lunged forward and shoved me aside. She grabbed Luca, calling his name over and over.

When the boy didn't respond, she examined the food he had been eating. Then she turned to me, her eyes blazing red.

"Miss Black! If you didn't want us here, you could have just said so! We would have left! But to hurt a child? He's only three years old! You could have killed him!"

"Luca has been allergic to seafood since he was a baby. I would never give him anything like this. How could you be so cruel? Feeding him seafood porridge when you knew—"

I was stunned by the accusations. I could only shake my head.

"I didn't. I didn't give him anything—"

But Vivian didn't let me finish.

"Then what? Are you saying Luca ordered takeout himself? He's three years old! What does he know?"

Vincent didn't look at me. He stepped forward, scooped up the struggling boy, and headed for the door.

"Enough. We're taking him to the hospital."

He didn't say a word to me. But after five years together, I could read him perfectly.

He was blaming me.

As he walked past, I grabbed his wrist.

"Vincent. It wasn't me."

He paused. A flicker of impatience crossed his face.

"Let go. I need to get Luca to the hospital."

Before I could respond, Vivian slammed into me, shoving me hard. She and Vincent walked out together without looking back.

The shove caught me off guard. I fell hard, the corner of the coffee table driving into my lower back. Pain exploded through my body. I couldn't help crying out.

But Vincent, who used to rush to my side if I so much as frowned, didn't even turn around.

His only concern was the boy in his arms.

I watched the three of them disappear down the driveway. Then my phone buzzed.

My grandfather.

"The car is almost there. Get your things and come out."

I wiped my tears. Ignored the pain in my back. Pushed myself up and walked to the bedroom.

I took nothing but my ID and my bank cards.

When I got into the car my grandfather sent, I pulled out my phone and typed one message to Vincent.

"It's over, Vincent."