"You had him beaten," Sophia's voice shook with fury as she confronted Ethan in the mansion's main hallway. "A child, Ethan. He couldn't have been more than fifteen years old."
Ethan loosened his tie with methodical precision, his face a mask of cold indifference. He'd just returned from handling what he'd called "a minor incident" involving his car, but Sophia had overheard Tony on the phone describing the aftermath… a teenage boy hospitalized with broken ribs and a concussion.
"The boy damaged my property," Ethan said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "There are consequences for that."
"He was washing windows to earn money for his family!" Sophia followed him toward the staircase, her voice rising with each step. "It was an accident! He accidentally knocked his bucket against your
