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    At the sight of Nathan’s shifty demeanor, Rodger’s heart plummeted into his stomach. His son’s secretive approach never heralded anything positive.


    He reluctantly ced the silver baby bracelet back onto the polished mahogany desk, shadows gathering across his expression.


    “What brings you skulking back here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital attending to Ms. Hudson?” he demanded, suspicioncing every syble.


    Nathan forced an ufortable chuckle, nudging the door wider with his shoulder before slipping inside with uncharacteristic hesitation.


    As the door swungpletely open, it revealed a young woman hovering anxiously behind Nathan, her head bowed in submission. The nurse’s uniform draped…


    Awkwardly on her slender frame, the nurse’s uniform draped, while every aspect of her demeanor betrayed profound difort and a sense of not belonging.


    Rodger’s brow creased into deep crevices as a horrifying suspicion ignited in his mind. Could this timid creature be yet another woman entangled in his son’s web of dalliances?


    His heart stuttered painfully as white-hot rage flooded his chest. Without a moment’s deliberation, heunched from his chair, marched purposefully to the door, and mmed it with such force that the surrounding wall trembled before hastily engaging the lock with a decisive click.


    Spinning back to face his visitors, he dropped his voice to a dangerous whisper. “Ms. Hudson doesn’t know, does she?”


    What an utterly worthless excuse for a son! Sadie’s womb cradled his unborn child, and yet Nathan still possessed the audacity to phnder and parade another woman at their family home?


    Rodger’s blood boiled with uncontainable fury, his pulse hammering in his temples. Was this ungrateful, rebellious spawn deliberately attempting to expedite his father’s journey to the cemetery?


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    Nathan staggered backward, blindsided by the venom in his father’s usation, his thoughts scrambling to make sense of the situation. What bizarre scenario had his father constructed?


    Before Nathan could piece it together, Rodger, trembling with barely contained rage, swung his arm upward and delivered a resounding smack to the back of his son’s head.


    Nathan flinched violently and clutched his throbbing skull. “Dad! What possible justification do you have for striking me?”


    Rodger’s gnarled hands quivered with unbridled fury. “I should thoroughly thrash you within an inch of your miserable life, you ungrateful wretch! How dare you take advantage of Ms. Hudson’s vulnerable pregnant state by cavorting with another woman? And topound your treachery by bringing this… this temptress into our home! Have you considered the consequences if Ms. Hudson discovers this betrayal? Have you?”


    Each usatory word that escaped Rodger’s lips fanned the mes of his indignation higher, constricting his chest with such intensity that breathing becameborious. This disgraceful specimen he had sired appeared utterly beyond redemption!


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