She Hurt My Son and Thought She Had Won—Then She Saw the Name on the Folded Paper
“NOAH!”
Daniel ran through the mansion door—
and saw his 15-month-old son lying at the bottom of the staircase.
Moments earlier, Margaret had KICKED him down the steps.
“Get out of my house, you filthy bastard!”
Daniel scooped Noah into his arms.
Then Margaret walked toward them coldly.
“That bastard only belongs in the gutter.”
Daniel turned.
PUNCH!
Margaret hit the floor.
But Daniel wasn’t finished.
Still holding Noah protectively, he pulled a folded paper from his pocket.
“Do you still want to call Noah a brat?”
He threw it beside Margaret.
She looked down.
FROZE.
The color drained from her face.
And suddenly the woman who had shown no remorse looked terrified.
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