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Now that I had left for Harvard, I was still an outsider.
To my parents, I barely existed… except, I was their heir
and their legacy to the Coulter’s name and empire. That
was probably the only reason why Brad hadn’t disowned
me yet.
Yeah, fuck them.
I shoveled my food in my mouth, barely chewing.
Swallowing it down with water, I finished my plate, before
they were even halfway through theirs.
I pushed my chair out and stood up without a word. My
mother’s head snapped up, and her eyes flared in surprise.
“You’re leaving?” she stuttered, looking warily between my
father and I.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, where was her goddamn backbone?
“Maddox,” she started, but then trailed off. She was
looking at me like a sad, lost puppy.
My jaw hardened, and I clenched my teeth. “What?”
“Why don’t you stay for a little while longer? Your father
and I–”
I cut in. “Don’t waste your breath, Mother.”
She opened her mouth, but was cut off, when my father
started coughing. Her eyes widened, and there was a flash
of fear in them, as she jumped to her feet and rushed to his
side. He brought his pristine, white handkerchief to his
mouth and continued coughing, his chest rattling with the
harsh sounds.
“Brad,” Savannah breathed quietly, looking slightly
pained.
My fists clenched at my sides, and I fought the urge to
run, to walk out of these iron gates and never come back.
This place smelled nothing like comfort or joy – it was a
death trap.
His coughing fit ceased, and he straightened his back.
“Maddox, I want to speak with you. Come to my office,” he
said, in his usual hard voice. There was no familiarity or
warmth in his words, like a father should speak to his son.