"Why don’t you ever ask me what I want?" Mike's voice sliced like a razor through the silence.
I was taken aback and stopped in my tracks. His figure loomed against the room's dim light, and the study door stood open. I wasn't sure if I should go inside or back off, and he hadn't spotted me yet.
Eleanor responded with her typical contempt, "Mike, you're being dramatic." "You are the family's leader. Your obligations take precedence over your emotions.
My breath caught. Even though I didn't intend to listen in, their comments held me in place.
"Responsibilities," Mike said again in a sour tone. "Eleanor, is that all I am to you? Just a legacy, a name, and nothing else?"
Eleanor shot back dismissively, "You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment." "You always have."
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