Chapter 13 - THE CONFRONTATION BEHIND BARS
Ethan visited the county detention center alone, refusing to let Clara subject herself to any further psychological trauma.
He walked down the sterile, echoing corridor until he stopped in front of visiting booth four.
Eleanor sat on the other side of the thick glass partition, her orange jumpsuit hanging loosely on her rigid frame.
She picked up the plastic phone receiver with trembling hands, her eyes burning with a desperate mixture of fury and betrayal.
"Ethan! You actually came to gloat over your own mother locked inside a cage like an animal?" Eleanor hissed through the intercom.
Ethan picked up his receiver, his expression completely devoid of warmth, pity, or familial affection.
"I didn't come to gloat, Mother. I came to tell you that your reign of terror is officially over," Ethan stated coldly.
"I gave you everything! I built this family empire for you, and you throw it away for a manipulative gold-digger!" Eleanor screamed.
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"Clara is my wife, and she is ten times the human being you will ever be," Ethan retorted, his voice cutting like a razor.
He placed the receiver back onto its cradle with a definitive click, turning his back and walking out of the facility forever.
