The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge

ck pressed against the door. She co

ng. "Ellwood, your arm is blistering!

growled. His voice was

g-stomped past the door.

She looked down at the T-Rex in her lap. She pulled the sleeve o

ybe two. The apart

lick of the

imp, punctuated by the soft thud of a cane she hadn

key turned in the lock. El

ttoned, showing a large, red burn on his chest. His arm was wrapped in white gauze. His injured calf was bandaged

t her. It fluttered down on

ng with anger. "Soft tissue damage to the calf. K

e paper, then up at h

t the floor. "She had a fever for three days in that jungle. It damaged her heart permanently. And yo

clenched. The B

ed. "You are going to apologize to her. And you

e," Beve

ies has a lot of overseas contracts, Beverley. It would be a

just threatening her. He was threateni

ctly where

to snow. Huge, fat flakes were slamming

on. "You can take your own car. Or you can walk. But if you're no

cane. "And Beverley? Where is my son

ute later, the front

he window. The blizzard was a white

. Hypothermia. The chronic condition she had developed in the jungles of Colombia seve

ce before-once in their second year of marriage when the penthouse heating failed,

izzard. He was risking her l

wrapped a scarf around her neck. She gra

utside. The snow was already ankle-deep. Her car was parked

ainst the onslaught. She made it two blocks before th

y slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The

smacked her in the face, stunning

eat s

red, turning the key. T

the windows, through the coat, throu

help. The screen flickered. The bat

ent numb. Her breathing slowed. The sh

against the headrest. The

e, she heard

am

he snow, holding out hi

ttering shut. Maybe this was easie