Chapter 2
Arthur turned back toward the center of the foyer, his camel overcoat sweeping the polished marble floor as he stepped forward.
"This is my house, Claire," Arthur whispered, a terrifying calm masking the volcanic rage boiling beneath his skin.
"And under my roof, cruelty toward an innocent child is a sin that no amount of money can ever wash away."
Daniel shifted guiltily in his light grey sweater, avoiding his father’s blazing glare by staring down at his polished shoes.
"Dad, you're overreacting to a minor domestic disagreement," Daniel muttered defensively, his voice cracking under the pressure.
"Claire was just stressed out from the charity gala planning, and Leo is fine—he's just dramatic."
Arthur raised his hand, cutting Daniel off with a single, brutal motion of his palm.
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"Shut your mouth, Daniel," Arthur commanded, his voice dropping into a deadly frequency that made the crystal chandelier vibrate.
"You lost the right to speak as a father the moment you traded your own flesh and blood for a toxic social climber."
