Chapter 3 - Sarah’s Cold And Arrogant Defense
Sarah stood near the sweeping mahogany staircase, her emerald silk dress catching the warm light of the crystal chandelier.
Instead of showing remorse for dragging a six-year-old child by her hair, her face twisted in bitter annoyance.
“Stop acting like such a dramatic martyr, John! She was screaming bloody murder over nothing!” Sarah snapped sharply.
“She is six years old, Sarah! You dragged her across the floor by her hair like an animal!” John shouted back.
“I was trying to teach her some basic discipline before our elite guests arrived for the evening gala!” Sarah argued.
“Your social status and your fake elite friends mean nothing compared to the safety of my daughter!” John roared.
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The large framed US flag hanging proudly on the foyer wall seemed to watch over the bitter domestic warfare.
Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, tossing her long blonde hair back with an expression of icy indifference.
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