The door to the CEO’s office burst open, slamming against the wall. A tall man strode in without hesitation, heading straight for the woman seated at the desk.
Xenia Cooper looked up at the sound, barely registering what was happening before a large hand clamped around her slender throat.
Her breath caught, pain radiating up her neck.
“Xenia, I told you to stay away from her! Why can’t you just listen?”
For a moment, Xenia stared in shock at the man whose anger had broken loose. Even though it felt like he might snap her neck, she managed to curl her lips into a smile.
It was a twisted, unhealthy kind of smile.
Footsteps echoed outside. In the next instant, arms wrapped tightly around Stewart’s waist from behind.
“Let go of my mom, Stewart!”
Vernon latched onto Stewart, putting every ounce of his small strength into protecting Xenia.
Stewart’s reason kicked back in, and he released his grip.
He hadn’t meant to lose control in front of the boy.
Gasping, Xenia clutched at her neck and coughed, drawing in ragged breaths.
Vernon stepped forward, wanting to check if she was alright, but she shoved him away.
“Shouldn’t you be in class right now? Why are you here?”
Vernon froze, his outstretched hand falling awkwardly to his side.
“Vernon, haven’t you listened to a single thing I’ve told you?” Xenia snapped, too focused on her son to continue arguing with Stewart. She fixed her gaze on Vernon, her tone as unyielding as ever. “Get someone to take you back to your lessons. Now.”
Vernon’s hands hung limply at his sides. He stared at her, lips pale and pressed together, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
He was only eight, but every day was packed wall-to-wall with classes. Childhood, for him, was nothing but a string of scheduled lessons.
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