Jensen sped home in a frenzy, leaping out of the car before it had fully stopped.
The butler hurried over.
"Where's Amber? How badly is she hurt?"
The housekeeper stared, stunned. "Ms. Jacobs isn't injured. She's practicing yoga upstairs."
Jensen's heart plummeted.
He stormed over to Ethan, who was curled up on the sofa playing games, and snatched the console away.
"Ethan! What's going on?!"
Ethan shrugged indifferently.
"You were gone with her for so long. I thought Amber would be lonely, so I lied. Dad, you came back fast—did you miss Amber too?"
Jensen stared at his son, nausea churning in his gut. He lowered his voice, sharp and cold.
"You only care about Amber. Don't you even wonder how your mother is?"
Ethan screamed back, his face twisted with hatred, "I don't care about
