How I longed to scream at him—Our son is dead!
He was killed because of your precious Chloe!
But conscience meant nothing to me now.
And I knew—he would never believe me. He would only cling stubbornly to his own version of the truth.
So I deliberately provoked him:
“No need. Jason and I don’t want to be tied to you anymore. He said he doesn’t need a father like you, so we’re stepping away.”
Rage twisted Daniel’s face, as if he had just been toyed with.
He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.
“I knew it—you’ve been lying to me from the start!”
“Where’s Jason? I’ll have someone bring him back. I’ll show you how I punish a boy for lying!”
“With a careless mother like you, of course he’s learned to spew lies too!”
His teeth clenched so tightly his jaw trembled, his chest rising and falling violently.
He had always been harsh with Jason, grooming him as the heir to the Brooks legacy. From a young age, he drilled into him the need for honesty, forbidding lies.
And now, he believed Jason had struck at the very core of his principles.
He hastily dialed his assistant.
“Hurry and find Jason! Bring him back immediately!”
The assistant stammered on the other end, trembling: