[Elena's POV]
Noah stood there, looking at the mess, the overturned easel, the ruined canvas, the paint splattered all over my chest. Then he looked at the red handprint on Jake's face.
He didn't yell. And he just turned his head slightly to the butler standing behind him.
"Daniel," Noah said, his voice flat. "Get him out of here."
"Yes, sir," Daniel replied instantly.
"Send him back to his mother's house," Noah added, checking his cufflinks as if he was bored. "Monica has been texting me a hundred times a day asking about her baby son. Let her deal with him."
Jake's face went pale. He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so hard his knuckles turned white.
"No!" Jake cried out, sounding terrified. "Uncle Noah, please! Don't send me back there!"
Noah raised an eyebrow. "Why? You d
