"I'm sorry but I must have heard you wrong." Celia murmured in a thin little voice. "It sounded like you said-"
"That my father was responsible for my brother's death? Yes, because it's what I said."
At that, Celia sucked in a harsh breath, completely lost for words. What the hell was she supposed to reply now?
And to think only a few moments earlier, she'd been hoping for Lucas to tell her something awful about himself…
Irony was a very cruel mistress indeed.
What kind of man killed a child? Much less his own infant in the cradle? "Was it…did he do it with poison?" Celia heard her voice catch a little.
"No, nothing like that." Lucas cracked his knuckles as if nervous, then leant forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, looking down at the ground. "I suppose you could say it was neglect that ended Gabriel's life, not outright violence. But his death completely fractured the relationship between my father and I. To this day, I haven't forgiven him and I never will."
