CHAPTER 54 Our Mother
Sebastian
New York
The overwhelming surge of anger coursing through my veins was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My hands clenched into fists as I hurled the damning evidence onto the table in front of me, a physical manifestation of the rage that consumed me.
"Don't tell me this is true, Patrick!" I seethed through gritted teeth, my voice laced with incredulity. "Our mother?!"
Patrick let out a heavy sigh, a shared weariness evident in his expression. "That's exactly how I felt, brother, when I found out."
The revelation was almost too much to bear. The fact that my own mother, Elena Thornton, had played a role in orchestrating this campaign of harassment left me reeling. She had raised me, cared for me, and was meant to protect me.