Chapter 8 - Margaret Is Placed In Handcuffs And Taken Away
Margaret’s theatrical tears vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, venomous glare directed at her own son.
“You are arresting your own mother over a couple of lying schemers?” Margaret shrieked as the officer grabbed her wrists.
“You are no longer my mother,” Ryan said coldly, watching without an ounce of sympathy as the steel cuffs clicked into place.
“You’ll beg for my forgiveness when you realize the truth!” she screamed, kicking and fighting as they led her out to the patrol car.
Neighbors peeked out from behind their curtains across the quiet Dallas street, watching the matriarch of the neighborhood hauled away in disgrace.
Ryan stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching the cruiser tail lights fade down the asphalt road.
Susan walked up beside him, placing a gentle hand on his rigid bicep.
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“It’s only the beginning, Ryan,” Susan murmured softly. “The lies run much deeper than you think.”
“Let’s go to the hospital,” Ryan said, taking a deep breath before heading toward his own car to follow Emily.
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