Jeffrey hadn't set foot in the hospital, so he had no idea if the child was dead or alive. He also didn’t know if Paige had tried to call again because his phone lay in pieces.

The grand living room of his villa was a disaster zone - shattered vases and trinkets littered the floor, mingling with splatters of blood. It was a scene straight out of a horror flick.

When Huxley and Paloma arrived, they were greeted by this chaos.

Karen couldn't find Jeffrey the night before and hadn't called them but had shot them a text instead, thinking they'd call back if they saw it upon waking.

But when Paloma tried returning the call in the morning, Karen didn't pick up.

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you and Karen have a fight? This... this is extreme, honey! Turner, call the doctor, now! Jeffrey's hand is still bleeding, and it looks serious!" Huxley, usually the lecturer, knew this wasn't the time for sermons. He simply nodded and reached for his

his hand away, acting as if

clotted, began to seep

beyond any normal quarrel. "Tell me what happened. Why didn't you come home last night? Karen's message said she was worried sick about you." "l didn't know she'd be out all night looking for me..."

said, "Karen broke up with me."

said I was disgusting.” Paloma frowned slightly, "What on earth did you do? Sweetheart, people say mean things when they argue. I'l talk to Karen, and everything will be fine. She just lashed out, that's all.” Jeffrey offered a pained smile and, using his battered hand,

am disgusting, Mom. She's right." Truly disgusting! If the roles were

he couldn't muster the courage to chase

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