Chapter 4 - Selina Steps Into the Trap
Before Rowan could scramble for another excuse, the front door swung open with a loud, theatrical click.
Selina marched into the foyer wearing an expensive designer mink coat, her nose turned up in her usual haughty fashion.
“Rowan, darling, why didn't you answer my text messages from the country club? The chauffeur has been waiting outside for twenty minutes,” Selina complained loudly.
She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes swept across the living room and landed directly on my father holding baby Leo.
“And why on earth is some old man holding a newborn baby in our house? Get him out of here immediately!” Selina barked with utter arrogance.
Rowan didn't move an inch, his shoulders slumping forward as he stared at his mother with sheer horror.
“Mom... shut up,” Rowan muttered, his voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
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“Excuse me? Do not take that tone with me, Rowan! I am your mother, and I demand—,” Selina started, puffing out her chest.
“Shut your mouth, Selina,” Gideon interrupted, his voice cutting through the room like a razor-sharp blade.
