Chapter 3 - Victoria Coldly Defends Her Dark Sealed Secret Room
Victoria stood a few feet away, her emerald-green sheath dress shimmering smoothly under the warm interior lights.
The framed U.S. flag mounted near the arched entryway cast a solemn shadow across her pale, unreadable face.
She watched Richard struggle to pull his terrified son from the drywall cavity without showing a single shred of remorse.
“You’re making a terrible scene over a child’s overactive imagination, Richard,” Victoria stated in an eerily calm tone.
Richard hoisted Leo safely into his arms, spinning around to glare at his wife with pure, unadulterated fury.
“A child’s imagination? There is an entire sealed room hidden inside the load-bearing walls of our family home!” Richard yelled.
Victoria adjusted the diamond bracelet on her wrist, her emerald dress rustling slightly as she took a slow step backward.
“It was just an old architectural relic from the previous owners... it has no relevance to our lives today,” she dismissed coldly.
Richard clutched Leo tightly against his chest, shielding the trembling boy from his stepmother’s predatory gaze.
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“Architectural relics don’t have heavy steel vault doors and voice recorders detailing criminal cover-ups, Victoria,” Richard countered sharply.
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