His breath caught in his throat.
His son’s back was covered in burns: some healing, some recent, all deliberate.
“My God…”, she whispered.
Vanessa quickly stepped forward.
“You’re exaggerating. Sometimes he hurts himself. He wants attention. Since the nanny left, it’s been impossible…”
“Did you fire the nanny?” Michael asked coldly.
“He didn’t respect me,” Vanessa replied sharply. “You told me to take care of things here.”
Michael did not argue.
She took Liam to the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and gently pressed a soft cloth onto his burns. Liam shivered, but he didn’t cry.
That silence hurt more than anything else.
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