Chapter 7 - THE MOTHER’S CONFESSION
Damon stormed back into his family estate, his boots echoing across the marble foyer like rolling thunder.
His mother was sitting in the parlor, sipping her afternoon tea as if the world outside hadn't just ended.
"You knew," Damon said, his voice a low, vibrating growl that shook the antique chandeliers above them.
The Older Mother set her teacup down with a quiet, deliberate click, her eyes cold and calculating.
"I knew what was best for you, Damon," she replied, her tone completely devoid of remorse or panic.
"Those boys are my sons!" Damon roared, slamming his fist against the mahogany mantlepiece.
"They are a liability to the family trust," his mother shot back, standing up to meet his furious gaze.
"You fabricated medical reports, you forged the divorce papers, and you drove her out of the city!"
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"And I would do it again," she stated calmly, her posture rigid in her plum purple wool coat.
"You just traded my flesh and blood for a corporate dynasty that is about to burn to the ground," he whispered.
