I Was Making Coffee When My Daughter-In-Law Destr0yed My Wife’s Mug. “Just Old Junk.” The Next Day…

forty-two thousand dollars.”

Callum stood up so fast his knee hit the coffee table.

“What?”

Brielle turned on him first. “Sit down, Callum.”

Not please.

Not honey.

Command.

He did not sit.

I kept my voice even.

“Brielle, where is my money?”

Her nostrils flared. “Silas, this is not appropriate in front of Vivian.”

“Where is my money?”

“You’re confused.”

“No.”

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