Chapter 2 - William Confronts His Mother After The Brutal Fall
The heavy silence inside the luxurious Connecticut foyer felt heavier than lead as William held his trembling wife tightly against his chest.
His gaze snapped upward from the shattered baby clothes on the marble floor to lock directly onto his mother’s pale, frozen face.
“What the hell did you just do?!” William roared, his voice echoing violently against the vaulted ceilings of the grand staircase.
Eleanor staggered back a step, her manicured fingers trembling as the terrifying realization of what she had just attempted washed over her.
“William, darling, listen to me… she tripped!” Eleanor stammered frantically, her aristocratic composure completely shattering into dust.
“I saw you shove her, Mother!” William shouted, his face flushing a furious crimson as veins bulged visibly along his temples.
Chloe buried her face in his shoulder, letting out soft, tearful gasps while clutching her pregnant belly with desperate, protective fingers.
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“You tried to kill my wife and my unborn child over your sick, elitist obsession with social purity!” William continued, his voice shaking with rage.
Eleanor reached out a shaking hand, desperately trying to touch her son’s arm, but he violently jerked away from her grip.
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