"I don't want it. I want to stay with Uncle Duncan."

Sonny shook his head firmly, stepping away from his grandmother's outstretched arms.

Turning to her, he said in his small, earnest voice, "Aunt Lilian took care of me when I was sick. She said my throat was inflamed because I ate fried chicken, and that's why I got a fever. She told me not to eat fried chicken anymore. But she also promised that once I feel better, she'll fry some for me at home. She said homemade is safer than buying it outside, but I can only have a little bit."

The boy's tone became even more serious. "Grandma, I don't want to eat fried chicken from outside anymore. And you and Grandpa better not blame Uncle Duncan. He's really good to me. If you scold him, I won't like you anymore." Sonny's words were cutting. The bond between him and his grandparents was fragile, at best.

For as long as he could remember, his grandparents had favored his cousin, Lucas. They would take away his toys and snacks, giving them to Lucas instead. That favoritism had left a lasting impression on Sonny.

them only occasionally, and the emotional connection simply wasn't there. Now that Sonny was older and attending kindergarten, he understood more about the people around him. He knew who genuinely cared for him

voice trembling with sadness. "Grandma cares about you. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for

"It's you! You've been poisoning my grandson's mind! Mr. Lewis, no matter what you say or do, Sonny is still a part of

the bodyguards nearby. "Get this old woman out of here. I don't want

Brown spat, her voice rising

Brown, chimed in, his tone laced with arrogance. "If you lay a finger on us,

his bodyguards. They

as Mrs. Brown began to smirk triumphantly, Duncan's voice cut through the room like a blade. "I won't touch you.

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