In the past, Grant only crossed paths with the Wilchers once a year, usually during holidays. To him, they were nothing more than distant faces tied together by greed. He never bothered to look closer.
Over the years, his attention drifted elsewhere. He failed to notice how my mom was treated. He didn't see the quiet endurance. The swallowed pain.
Today, I tore away the illusion of "family" right in front of him.
And once the truth was exposed, there was no way he could pretend everything was fine.
The anger in Grant's eyes rose fast.
Josy saw it immediately and changed his tone at once. "This is shameful," he snapped at Raya. "Go inside and change right now."
When she returned in her own clothes, Grant didn't hesitate.
"Leave," he said flatly.
Raya froze, clearly unwilling to go.
Grant's gaze swept over the Wilchers, cold and final. "You're disturbing my wife's rest. All of you out."
