Ryan Sidney huffed an icy chuckle. "If Father knew what you've done, he might grieve for you least of all. This is your only warning—what happens next is on you."
As Ryan turned to leave, Tina rose with a predator's grace, her usual maternal mask slipping to reveal a smug smirk.
"Relax, dear boy. Your father wouldn't shed a tear over me."
Storming out of the estate, Ryan bypassed the office entirely. The door creaked as he entered their bedroom, where Valerie lay curled like a wounded animal.
"Still playing dead?" He ripped the blankets away. "Up. Now."
Valerie shot upright, hair flying. "What's your problem?! I got maybe two hours of sleep!"
Ryan's gaze locked onto her furrowed brow. "My roof, my rules. Don't like it? Tough."
She barked a laugh. What a fool she'd been—grateful yest
