Chapter 5 - The Fake Tears
“Of course I want her gone, darling!” Madison whined, rushing over to wrap her arms around Garrett’s arm. She rubbed her wrist dramatically. “Look at my wrist! It’s still red where she shoved me yesterday! She’s dangerous to your mother and to our family!”
Garrett didn't pull away, but his jaw tightened to steel. He looked down at Madison’s wrist. There wasn't a single mark.
“My mother wants to join us for breakfast,” Garrett announced smoothly, gesturing toward the dining room. “Let’s all sit down together one last time.”
Madison frowned slightly, feeling a tiny prickle of unease at his choice of words. “One last time?”
“Before our wedding announcement,” Garrett added, his face a flawless mask of deception. “Maya, please serve the tea.”
Maya nodded respectfully. “Yes, Mr. Weston.”
As they walked into the private dining room, Margaret was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table. She wore a soft gray shawl, her pale face still showing signs of deep exhaustion.
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When Margaret saw Maya enter with the silver tray, a faint, genuine smile appeared on her lips for the first time in months.
👉 But when Madison sat down next to Margaret, the old woman’s hands began to shake violently under the tablecloth.
