Chapter 9 - The Confrontation in the Foyer
Richard stopped midway down the hallway, his gaze shifting past me to spot Chloe standing timidly behind my legs.
“Why is my granddaughter not dressed in her concert gown? Explain yourself this instant, Harrison,” Richard commanded sternly.
I didn't flinch. I walked slowly toward him until we were standing only two feet apart in the center of the foyer.
“The recital is canceled, Richard. And we are here to talk about your private piano lessons with Chloe,” I said evenly.
Richard’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of hesitation before his expression hardened into stone.
“I am teaching her discipline. Weakness is not tolerated in this family, and neither is your insubordination,” he replied coldly.
“Discipline? You left deep purple handprint bruises across her lower back and ribs. That isn't discipline; that’s criminal assault,” I roared.
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Meredith rushed in through the open front door behind us, her face pale as she realized the confrontation had begun.
“Harrison, stop it! You’re crossing a line!” Meredith cried out, trying to grab my arm.
