Chapter 4 - Confronting Meredith About the Tuesday Visitss
“You’re taking too long up there, Harrison. You know how Richard gets when we’re late for his family events,” Meredith said casually.
I stopped at the bottom of the staircase, my eyes locked onto my wife’s face with unblinking intensity.
“Richard? Since when do you care so much about being on time for my father’s schedule, Meredith?” I asked quietly.
Meredith’s smile flickered for a fraction of a second before she smoothed down the front of her designer blouse.
“Don't start with your moody tone today, Harrison. It’s Chloe’s big day, and your father secured front-row seats for us,” she snapped back.
“Is that why you always drop her off at his estate every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon without fail?” I pressed further.
Her posture stiffened instantly, her eyes darting away toward the coat rack as a nervous flush crept up her neck.
“Your father wanted to bond with his granddaughter through music lessons. What is wrong with you today?” she defended defensively.
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“Music lessons? Chloe hates playing classical piano for him; she told me he locks the practice room doors from the inside,” I revealed coldly.
Meredith’s face drained of color, her mouth opening slightly as she realized I had stumbled into a forbidden truth.
