Chapter 10 - Richard’s Arrogant Denial
Richard let out a dry, condescending chuckle that echoed off the high vaulted ceilings of the historic mansion.
“Assault? You dare use such vulgar legal terminology inside my home over a child’s clumsy playground tumble?” Richard scoffed.
“Playground tumbles don't leave adult-sized finger indentations wrapped around a child’s ribcage, Richard!” I yelled, stepping closer.
“Ask your wife; she knows the cost of maintaining this family’s legacy. Someone has to teach the girl backbone,” Richard sneered.
I looked back at Meredith in horror, watching her look down at the floor without denying my father’s twisted claim.
She had known. All along, Meredith had traded her own daughter’s safety to keep receiving her monthly allowance checks.
“You traded your daughter for a trust fund stipend, Meredith,” I whispered, the realization cutting deeper than any physical blade.
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Meredith burst into tears, covering her face with her hands as the absolute depravity of her silence caught up with her.
“I did it for our future! You don't understand how much debt we were in!” Meredith sobbed hysterically.
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