Chapter 49
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-06-30 02:56:58

Barbara stood in the center of the living room, trembling like jelly, her fingers still clenched around the phone long after Grandma Sullivan’s call had ended.

Her face was pale, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as fury, humiliation, and confusion roiled inside her like a storm refusing to pass.

“What in God’s name is happening?” she muttered under her breath, pacing.

John stood nearby, his face grave, the weight of the unfolding disaster pressing heavily on his shoulders.

He stepped forward with his voice calm but laced with tension.

“Barbara… I know this is hard, but we’ll sort it out. Let’s not jump to conclusions—”

“Don’t talk to me about jumping to conclusions!” she snapped suddenly.

“Do you realize what this means? Our name—our reputation—smeared all over the media like dirt under a boot!”

She didn't wait for him to respond.

Instead, her feet propelled her furiously through the hallway toward Logan and Charlotte’s bedroom.

With no warning, she pounded the door once and
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