The second Quiana heard Byron was heading over to the Lonsdales to demand an explanation, she shot to her feet. “I’m coming too, Byron. I swear I won’t cause trouble. I just want them to know, and I want everyone to know, that I’ve always been a Sampson. You’re not standing alone. You’ve got me.”
Warmth flickered in Byron’s chest. “Fine. Come with me.”
After what happened at the Lonsdale Group, Keegan spiraled hard. That night he was admitted to the hospital for psychiatric treatment—his emotions ricocheted wildly, and whenever he was lucid he turned volatile, pacing and muttering the same line over and over: “No. That’s impossible. It has to be fake.”
His parents had no idea what he’d seen at the Lonsdale branch office. They came this time because they needed answers.
Adele came too, forcing herself through her leg pain, leaning heavily on Quiana as they followed Byron.
They arrived at Serenity Manor.
When the staff heard why they were there, they reported it upstairs. Gordon couldn’t be bothered to meet them, so he sent Hank to handle it.
Byron and Keegan’s father, Fabian Vaughn, were escorted in to see Hank. The women they brought—Savannah, Adele and Quiana—were guided away by a staff member, told to wait and stroll the garden.
Before Byron left, he turned and warned them again and again. “Mom, Quiana, listen to me, this isn’t some average rich family. Watch your manners. Don’t leave a bad impression.”
Adele nodded quickly. “I know.”

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