Chapter 8 - Walking Away From Toxic Family
I stood up slowly from my chair, buttoning my plain linen cardigan and picking up the small strawberry cake I brought for Lily.
“Enjoy your lobster dinner, everyone. Consider it my final parting gift to the family we used to be,” I said calmly.
“Mom, wait! You can’t just walk out like this! We need to talk about the trust fund!” Ethan cried out, standing up abruptly.
“Talk to my corporate attorneys tomorrow morning at nine o’clock. They will explain what happens when you breach fiduciary trust,” I replied.
I turned away from the table, walking steadily toward the grand glass doors of the restaurant without looking back once.
Marcus held the exit door open for me, bowing deeply as I stepped out into the cool, crisp Manhattan evening air.
Behind me, the muffled sound of Claire screaming at Ethan echoed through the luxurious dining room as their world completely collapsed.
My chauffeur was waiting beside my town car parked at the curb, holding the rear door open with a polite, welcoming smile.
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“Good evening, Mrs. Hayes. Where to?” the driver asked respectfully as I settled into the plush leather interior.
“Take me home, James. I have a wonderful granddaughter waiting to share some strawberry cake with me,” I answered peacefully.
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