Chapter 2: The Man Who Never Raised His Voice
Chapter 2: The Man Who Never Raised His Voice
No one dared breathe.
The servants lowered their eyes.
The violin somewhere deep inside the mansion stopped mid-note.
The little boy looked up for the first time.
"Dad..."
His tiny voice barely reached the marble ceiling.
The man in the black suit walked forward with measured steps.
Not hurried.
Not hesitant.
Every footstep echoed through the mansion like the ticking of a clock counting down someone's final moments.
He stopped beside the boy.
Without taking his eyes off the woman, he gently knelt and brushed trembling fingers across the red handprint on the child's cheek.
His jaw tightened.
Only slightly.
"Did she do this?"
The boy hesitated.
He glanced at the woman.
Years of fear still controlled him.
Before he could answer, the stepmother forced out a shaky smile.
"Darling... you've misunderstood. He was being disrespectful. I simply disciplined him."
The man slowly stood.
His voice remained calm.
"You struck my son."
"It was only one slap!"
The words escaped before she realized how guilty they sounded.
Several servants exchanged horrified glances.
One elderly housekeeper quietly covered her mouth.
The man's eyes never left his wife.
"I was away for forty-eight hours."
His tone was almost conversational.
"How many times before today?"
Silence.
No answer came.
Instead, the old butler stepped forward.
His hands trembled.
"Sir..."
The room turned toward him.
"I've worked for your family for thirty-one years."
He swallowed hard.
"I can no longer remain silent."
The stepmother spun toward him.
"How dare you—"
The butler ignored her.
"She has struck Master Ethan many times."
The mansion seemed to shrink.
"She locked him in the attic."
Another servant nodded.
"She refused him dinner."
A maid stepped forward, tears running down her face.
"She burned the birthday letter his late mother wrote before she passed away."
The little boy closed his eyes.
The father slowly exhaled.
It was the only sign that his composure had cracked.
Then he looked toward his head of security.
"Close every gate."
The guard immediately answered.
"Yes, sir."
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"No one leaves this property."
The stepmother's face lost every remaining trace of confidence.
