The tension in the Newton house finally snapped.

Lucian had been holding it all afternoon, and now, every bit of frustration from the online game spilled out in one angry burst.

“Lucian, that’s enough!” Mrs. Newton hurried to grab her youngest son’s sleeve before her husband could lose his temper. Michael’s expression was dark, and she knew if she didn’t stop this, someone was going to get hurt.

But Lucian was like a cornered cat—fur bristled, claws out, ready to bite anyone who came close.

“Mom, seriously? Other moms actually cook and clean for their families. But you?” His voice cracked with rage. “The laundry’s piled up so high the...