Chapter 5 - Confronting The Relatives Who Terrorized An Innocent Toddler
Nathan folded the letter with shaking hands, sliding it safely into the interior pocket of his charcoal-gray suit jacket.
He strode out of the study, his footsteps echoing like thunder across the polished hardwood floors of the grand staircase.
Downstairs in the formal dining room, Clara and her husband Marcus were casually sipping expensive vintage wine among the shattered remnants of the party.
Clara looked up as Nathan entered the room, her lips curling into a cold, superior smirk.
“Well, brother, I hope you’ve finally disciplined that brat of yours for ruining Tyler’s birthday mood,” Clara said smoothly.
Nathan stopped at the head of the mahogany table, his dark eyes locking onto his sister with lethal intensity.
“Pack your bags, Clara,” Nathan said, his voice dropping an octave into a terrifying, unnatural calm.
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Clara set her wine glass down with a sharp clink, her eyebrows arching in sudden, arrogant disbelief.
“Excuse me? This is our father’s estate, Nathan; you can’t just dismiss us because your daughter threw a tantrum!”
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