Chapter 6 - Caleb Is Carried Away From The Cruel Table
Before anyone at the table could process the unfolding legal catastrophe, Julian moved faster than he had in thirty years.
He abandoned his wine glass, ran around the mahogany table, and dropped to his knees on the cold marble floor.
“Caleb... buddy, look at Daddy,” Julian choked out, reaching out with shaking hands to pull his son into his arms.
Caleb flinched away from him, sobbing harder as he tried to protect his empty stomach from further humiliation.
“Don't touch me... Grandma said I’m just a floor dog,” the little boy wept, breaking Julian’s heart completely.
Julian scooped the child up against his chest regardless, burying his face in Caleb’s messy hair as tears streamed down his cheeks.
“I am so sorry, my boy... Daddy is so, so sorry,” Julian sobbed, carrying his son away from the horror of the dining room.
Constance stood up, slamming her palms onto the table with an expression of pure, venomous fury.
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“Julian! Don't you dare walk away from this table like a coward! Put that brat back on the floor where he belongs!” she shrieked.
Julian paused at the double doors, turning his head just enough to look back at the woman who had ruined every life she touched.
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