Chapter 7 - The Financial Threat
The entire patio erupted into absolute, chaotic gasps.
No one spoke. The silence was only broken by the soft, squishing sound of ruined cake sliding off Sabina’s expensive clothes and hitting the grass.
For ten agonizing seconds, Sabina lay stunned in the dirt. She slowly pushed herself upright, her hands covered in thick, sticky white frosting. Her perfectly curated, terrifying high-society image was completely, totally annihilated. She looked like a ridiculous, pathetic clown.
She was trembling violently, not from fear, but from sheer, unadulterated humiliation. Her wealthy country club friends were staring at her in absolute shock, witnessing the untouchable matriarch destroyed by dessert.
Sabina looked up at her son, her eyes burning with a psychotic, venomous hatred. She wiped a glob of cake from her eyes, fully prepared to destroy his entire life. She believed she still held the ultimate trump card: the family fortune.
"You are dead to me!" Sabina shrieked, her venomous voice cracking as she struggled to stand up in her ruined heels. She pointed a frosting-covered finger directly at Callan and Jessamine. "Both of you! Get off my property! I am freezing your accounts right now! Walk out and lose every dollar! You will rot in the streets, and I will take that child!"
She expected Callan to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. She expected him to grovel for his inheritance.
Instead, Callan remained perfectly, terrifyingly still. He looked down at his mother with an expression of profound, absolute emptiness.
"You don't have any dollars to freeze, Mom," Callan stated in a quiet, completely steady voice.
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He reached into the inner pocket of his button-down shirt.
👉 Read Part 8 to see Callan drop the ultimate, legally binding bomb.
