Chapter 1: The Boy Left in the Cold
Richard Whitaker had barely stepped into the house when he spotted his three-year-old grandson trembling from the cold.
Ethan was barefoot, his torn T-shirt clinging to his body, his feet red and filthy.
Richard immediately swept him into his arms.
"You left my grandson barefoot outside for nine hours?"
Claudia lifted her wineglass and pointed at the child.
"This is my house, and he follows my rules."
Ethan buried his face against Richard's overcoat, then turned his eyes toward his father.
"Dad…
you knew I was out there."
Mark finally met his son's gaze.
"That was only a mild punishment."
Richard slowly turned toward Claudia.
The rage disappeared from his face.
Something much colder replaced it.
His hand came across her cheek with a thunderous sl\*p.
Claudia crashed onto the floor, her wineglass shattering beside her.
Richard looked down at her.
"Your house?
Claudia, you have no idea whose house you are in."
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