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Jalen, however, sided with Wesley, muttering angrily as he supported his mother, “Aunt Giselle has gone too far. After all these years, she still can’t let go of her grudges. Some professor she is—she can’t even be the least bit forgiving. Dad, we should sit right here on her doorstep and let everyone see the kind of woman she truly is!”
Tonya was trembling, her face ghostly pale, sweat beading across her forehead. “Where’s my medicine?” she whispered weakly.
Conor immediately rummaged through his bag, pulling out her pills and helping her take them. “Dad, Mom is in no shape for this. We need to go home; she can’t handle this kind of stress.”
Conor’s wife said quickly, “Yes, we should take her to the hospital first. Her condition is getting worse by the minute.”
But Jalen refused, saying, “No way! If we leave now, it will look like we’re backing down. Aunt Giselle will never see us again, and how will we ask for her help that way? We’ve got nothing left—no money, no power, and Mom needs treatment we can’t afford. Conor, you take Mom to the hospital. I’ll stay here with Dad and the kids. Uncle Shepard won’t ignore us once he gets back. He won’t want the neighbors talking about this.”
Wesley’s eyes lit up with approval. “Exactly! We’re not leaving. Conor, take your mother for treatment. I’ll stay here with Jalen. When the Harpers return, they won’t dare ignore us anymore. If I have to swallow my pride to get help, so be it.”
Tonya looked terrible now, leaning heavily on Conor.
Conor said, “Dad, please, let’s just all go to the hospital to take care of Mom. She doesn’t need all this trouble weighing on her! We can settle thister—don’t make things worse. The Harpers have all the power here. If we anger them, who knows what they’ll do? I’m begging you, let’s not make a scene here.”
His plea fell on deaf ears. Wesley’s expression hardened, his voice dripping with anger. “Pathetic! You can’t even handle a simple task! If you won’t stand with me, then leave! You’re no use to this family. Get lost!”
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“Fine, I’ll leave!” Conor snapped back, tightening his grip on his mother. He guided his wife and mother away without looking back.
Jalen shot him a re, muttering curses under his breath before helping Wesley toward the flowerbed by the gates. “Don’t worry, Dad. Conor will take care of Mom. We’ll just wait here for Uncle Shepard. If we speak to him calmly, maybe he’ll help us.”
Wesley’s anger softened slightly, and he nodded. “You’re the sensible one, Jalen. Not like your brother—always disappointing me.”
They hadn’t been sitting long when the sharp wail of sirens sliced through the air. A police car pulled up in front of the estate, and several officers stepped out briskly.
One of them eyed them coldly. “Are you the ones causing a disturbance here?”
Wesley roared in fury at the officers, aggressively pushing them aside as he demanded, “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to arrest us? Do you know who you’re dealing with here?”
The officer eyed him with evident disdain, not recognizing him at all, saying sharply, “Regardless of your status or connections, causing a disturbance outside a private residence is uneptable and against thew.”
Rage surged through Wesley like wildfire. While he had braced himself for Giselle’s resentment toward him, he had never imagined she would escte matters to the point of involving the police. This was outrageous. He despised her for leveraging her prominent position and influence to treat him like this.
In stark contrast, Jalen maintained a steady demeanor, drawing on his experience as a public sector worker to recognize that shing withw enforcement would onlypound their problems. He urged his father to calm down, saying, “Dad, please stop this. The officers are just doing their jobs in response to a call. We should cooperate fully and answer their questions honestly. You’re already in enough trouble…”
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