Chapter 3 - Victoria Defends Her Cruel Action
Ethan stood up slowly, towering over his mother with an intense emotional tension that radiated through the sunlit entrance foyer.
“You could have killed her!” Ethan roared, his dark hair falling across his forehead as his black polo shirt strained against his clenched fists.
Victoria crossed her arms over her silk dress, her expression shifting from arrogance to a flicker of cold defiance.
“I Kincaid women do not tolerate weakness, Ethan, and discipline starts early in this household,” Victoria snapped back without blinking.
“She is four years old, Mother! She is your own flesh and blood!” Ethan shouted, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings.
“She is an unmannered peasant just like the woman who birthed her,” Victoria sneered, her micro-expressions tightening with cruel contempt.
The swaddled infant in Ethan's arms let out a soft, frightened cry, sensing the violent storm brewing between the parent and matriarch.
Ethan gently rocked the infant against his chest, his eyes burning with a vengeance that had been building for years.
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“You have crossed a line you can never come back from, Victoria,” Ethan whispered, his tone dropping into a lethal, quiet register.
Victoria scoffed softly, turning her back on him as she walked toward the sweeping mahogany staircase.
