Chapter 2 - Arthur Demands The Absolute Truth From The Dinner Guests
The heavy silence in the suburban dining room stretched like a physical weight as Arthur stood motionless in the doorway. His sharp grey eyes locked onto the dark blue bruises marring three-year-old Lily’s pale cheek and delicate arm.
"Father, Mark completely lost his mind and struck me in front of everyone!" Victoria cried out frantically, her fingers clutching her reddened cheek while red wine dripped down her designer silk dress onto the plush rug. "He ruined our family dinner over a ridiculous childhood scratch!"
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Arthur raised his right hand in a single, sharp command for absolute silence that made every high-society guest in the room freeze. He stepped slowly past the framed American flag hanging on the hallway wall, his polished leather shoes grinding tiny shards of broken crystal glass into the carpet.
"Look at me, Victoria," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a dangerously low octave that vibrated through the silent room. "I asked a simple question, and I want an immediate, truthful answer before I call my personal security detail into this house."
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