Adrian barged into his parents' house, his strides sharp and purposeful.
He met Karen in the living room, a small—welcoming—smile on her face as though she'd been expecting him.
"Why do you have that video?" He questioned, his voice cold. "And why didn't you tell me about it?"
Karen gently put down her coffee cup.
"Now, is that anyway to greet your mother?" She quirked a brow. "Where're your manners Adrian?"
"Answer me!" He growled, starting to pace. "You have the video. You threatened her with it."
Karen sighed, glancing out the window, her expression blank.
No remorse.
"So what if I did Adrian?"
Adrian paused, his eyes snapping to her.
"She's hurting." He said, guilt twisting in his gut. "You're blackmailing her with the one thing she hates."
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