ARTHUR
“I’m sorry, brother, but if she wants her son back, she can come here and get him herself.” Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest, planting herself firmly in the doorway of her room. The room where she locked Evelyn’s son, who is potentially my son as well.
“I’m not going to say this again. Move.” My voice was sharp. “I need to take this kid back to his mother. Do you have any idea what this is? It’s kidnapping.”
She didn’t budge.
“I don’t care.” Rebecca lifted her chin stubbornly. “I’m sure she came crawling back just to feed you some lie about that bastard being yours. That gold-digging b***h hasn’t changed one bit.”
“And yet she owns one of the most successful companies in the city,” I shot back. “She’s a billionaire now. Set for life.”
“With your money!” Rebecca yelled.
