*MAXWELL*
The first time I raised my voice, my father didn’t react.
That irritated me more than if he had.
“You gave it to her,” I said angrily. “You handed her everything.”
Victor stood by the fireplace like we were discussing weather. “I transferred voting control because of your stupidity,” he said calmly.
My mother stepped in before I could respond.
“Maxwell,” she said quietly, warning in her tone. “Lower your voice.”
Andrew leaned against the doorway, watching like it was entertainment.
“You don’t yell at Dad,” he muttered.
I turned on him. “Keep your bloody nose out of what you don’t understand.” Pointing a finger at him. “Go kiss some ice girls and stay out of my damn business.”
His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
Victor didn’t blink.
“You’re emotional,” he said.
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