Cassie gave a small and sympathetic laugh. “I only exist because my da bought prostitutes and deliberately got a handful of them pregnant to make an heir. Because I was a girl, he barely acknowledged my existence.” My heart panged. “That’s awful.” Her shoulder rose in an easy shrug. “He’s dead, and I wipe away my tears on handfuls of his cash while living in his stately home, so who’s laughing now?”
