Chapter 3 - Freeing The Mother From The Binding Ropes
Logan strode directly toward the wooden chair where his mother sat bound by thick, heavy ropes.
Without a word, he pulled a pocketknife from his suit trousers and carefully sliced through the taut hemp bindings.
The cloth gag dropped away from his mother’s mouth, hitting the marble floor with a soft, dull thud.
“Oh, Logan... thank God you got here; she went completely insane the moment you left for the office,” the mother sobbed softly.
Logan pulled her gently into a protective embrace, his jaw clenched tight with unyielding anger.
“You're safe now, Mom; nobody is ever going to touch you or threaten this house again,” Logan promised.
The blonde woman took a cautious step backward toward the massive glass double doors, looking for a clear path to escape.
“This is a ridiculous family misunderstanding; I am leaving right now before you make a scene,” the blonde woman snapped nervously.
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“You aren't going anywhere until the local authorities arrive to take your official statement,” Logan stated coldly.
The US flag hanging proudly by the staircase seemed to bear witness to the restoration of justice.
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