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.

Sensing something was amiss, Paloma quickly grabbed her husband, and they rushed to check on their son.

rushing over to clutch his wounded hand. "Did 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

leave it," Jeffrey pulled his hand away, acting as if the

began

nowhere to be seen. It must have been a fight, but this was beyond any normal quarrel. "Tell me what happened. Why didn't you come home

a sigh of relief when he said, "Karen broke up with me." Paloma was

I'l talk to Karen, and everything will be fine. She just lashed out, that's all.” Jeffrey offered a pained smile and, using

If the roles were reversed, Jeffrey thought

muster the courage to chase after Karen, to beg

out. Karen is a good girl, and she's reasonable. She wouldn't really break up with you, it's probably just..." "Paige had a daughter. My daughter.” Paloma

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