Chapter 2 - The Front Door Swings Open Revealing The Secret Son
The heavy mahogany front door of the mansion swung inward with a sudden, metallic click that cut through the pouring rain.
Jonathan stood on the threshold, his tailored charcoal suit slightly rumpled and his face pale beneath the foyer's crystal chandelier.
His dark eyes flicked from his mother Margaret’s frozen expression down to the dark-grey trash bin standing near the porch railing.
“What did you just say to my wife, Mother?” Jonathan’s voice was dangerously low, carrying a chill far colder than the storm.
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Margaret’s arrogant posture suddenly collapsed, her hands trembling as she clutched the lapels of her soaked navy trench coat.
“Jonathan, darling... you shouldn’t be listening to the frantic lies of an unstable foreigner; she’s just trying to manipulate you!” Margaret stammered.
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