Chapter 12 - Detective Miller Steps Into The Splashed Soup Mess
Sheriff Miller pushed past security and strode into the grand dining room, taking in the chaotic scene with raised eyebrows.
He stepped carefully over the spilled soup and shattered crystal porcelain fragments scattered across the expensive Persian rug.
“Looks like a minor war zone in here, Thomas. Care to explain what happened to your mother’s dinner party?” the sheriff asked.
Thomas walked down the stairs calmly, his hands resting inside his tuxedo pockets with complete confidence.
“My mother forced a six-year-old child to carry boiling soup until she burned her hands, Sheriff,” Thomas stated coldly.
“I intervened as any father would. If you’re here to arrest me for protecting my daughter, bring the cuffs.”
Sheriff Miller glanced at the medical bandage on Lily’s hands as Sarah stood protectively behind her husband.
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The sheriff’s political alliance with Eleanor suddenly clashed uncomfortably with the undeniable evidence of child endangerment.
“Nobody is arresting anyone yet, Thomas, but we need formal statements from everyone involved,” the sheriff muttered cautiously.
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