d shut, sealing them in a s
fearful wreck of what it had been moments before. "Mr. Grif
ion flat and cold. "Do I need
er last resort. "She's not worthy of you! She's a manipulative
malice. "You think you can escape me by latching
tighter around herself. She lowered her head, lettin
n?" he cut in, his voice dangerously soft.
ath caught i
her daughter has potentially been assaulted, is not to call the police, not to offer comfort, but to bring report
ly truth beneath her maternal act. Ivette wa
mall under the weight of Ivette's cruelty, contrasted so sharply with the viciousness of her accuser. He didn't need to know her story to s
ind of torment. The girl trembling under his jacket was a victim
girl with her head bowed, and his expre
. He was going to have this gir
or argument. "From this day forward, Alexandrea is my
met his eyes. They were completely devoid of emotion, as cold and final as
ful glare before turning and fleei
ey were
as different. It was heav
her head. Her eyes, red-
" she asked, her voice barely a w
wn, bringing himself to her eye level. The unexpe
hers. "I want exactly what I said," he stated, hi
sal. It was a dec
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