ROOSEVELT’S POV

"Hello, Mother," Zyran said. "I hear you have been talking about my wife."

Beatrice’s face turned completely white, she gripped the edge of the table.

"She is not your wife!" Beatrice shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at me. She looked at the men sitting around the table. "Look at him! He is completely unstable! He flew across the world for a woman who kidnapped his only child!"

"I didn't kidnap anyone," I said. My voice was perfectly calm.

I stepped out from behind Zyran, I walked right up to the table. I didn't look at Beatrice. I looked directly at the board members.

"My name is Roosevelt King...