Chapter 2 - The Shocking Aftermath in the Foyer
The heavy silence inside the grand entrance foyer of the high-end mansion felt thick enough to suffocate everyone present.
Victoria Kincaid stood tall over the polished marble flooring, her elegant dark teal silk wrap dress catching the bright daylight streaming through the large glass double doors.
Her short gray hair framed a face twisted in cold, unrepentant cruelty, her pearl necklace gleaming under the crystal chandelier.
At the base of the grand carpeted staircase, the four-year-old toddler in a beige onesie lay motionless on the hard stone floor, whimpering softly.
Ethan rushed through the heavy front doors, his heart hammering violently against his ribs as his dark eyes locked onto the terrifying scene.
Holding the swaddled infant close to his chest in a protective grip, Ethan dropped to his knees beside his injured toddler with a heartbroken gasp.
“No!” Ethan screamed, his voice cracking with pure anguish and grief as he pulled his trembling child into his arms.
Victoria adjusted her cuffs with icy disdain, looking down at the wreckage she had caused as if it were nothing more than household dust.
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“That brat deserved it for blocking my path,” Victoria muttered coldly, her voice devoid of a single ounce of maternal empathy.
Ethan lifted his head slowly, his face contorted in an explosive, righteous fury that made the air in the room freeze.
