Chapter 4 - The Twins' Medical Examination
David caught Eleanor’s wrist mid-air with an iron grip, shoving her back against the mahogany entry table with authoritative force.
"If you ever touch Clara or my sons again, jail will feel like a vacation," David warned, his voice cutting through the foyer like broken glass.
He knelt down on the marble floor, gently taking Noah and Leo by their small hands to inspect their arms.
Pulling back the sleeves of their cream linen shirts revealed deep, ugly purple bruises stretching across their tender skin.
"Why didn't you tell Daddy?" David choked out, a rare tear slipping down his cheek as he pulled his sons into his arms.
"Stepmom said you would abandon us if we complained because you loved her more," Leo sobbed softly against his father's navy suit.
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David’s heart shattered into a million pieces, realizing his blind trust in Eleanor had nearly cost him his children's lives.
He stood up, carrying both boys in his arms, and walked past Eleanor without sparing her another single glance.
