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.

happened?" Paloma gasped, 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

pulled his hand away,

clotted, began to seep out

your mother!" Paloma guessed it had to do with Karen, especially since Karen was 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 last night? Karen's message said

said, "Karen

Paloma frowned slightly, "What on earth did you do? Sweetheart, people say mean things when they argue. I'l talk to Karen, and everything will be fine. She just lashed out, that's all.” Jeffrey offered a pained smile

If the roles were reversed,

he couldn't muster the courage to chase after Karen, to beg her to take him

exactly happened between you two? At least tell me, so I can help you figure it out. Karen is a good girl, and she's reasonable. She wouldn't really break up with you, it's probably just..." "Paige

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