« You assaulted my mother, » Damian cut in, his controlled fury finally bleeding through.
« And you did it smiling. » Serena’s voice dropped into a venomous hiss.
« She’s playing you. She wants me gone. She’s jealous. » Damian glanced at Evelyn, who flinched at Serena’s tone.
His expression hardened into stone.
« You have five minutes before I call the police. »
Serena’s eyes flicked to the gates, then back to Damian—calculating, cornered.
« Fine, » she spat.
« But when the press hears about this, don’t blame me. » She stormed toward the house. Damian turned to Evelyn and dropped to his knees, hands impossibly gentle on her shaking shoulders.
« I’m here, » he whispered.
« I’m so sorry. » Evelyn’s breath shook.
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