I knew that Bradley and Sarah had been tormenting each other these days.

This was the time I had deliberately given them.

He had brought her home while I was away on business.

Now, the Malcoms had become her prison.

He confronted her, blocking my way as I left work.

With a swift kick to her knee, he forced her to kneel and apologize to me.

Throughout it all, his method of showcasing power remained unchanged.

"It’s you! You wretched woman, stealing Bradley while I was gone—you’re the real mistress!"

"You and your son deserve to die! You’re nothing but a bunch of worthless creatures! You dare to speak out...