“Dennis!”
Small and quick, Dennis Lane darted through the crowd with ease.
Isabella Austin barely had time to react before Dennis shot up the stairs. A flicker of something unreadable flashed in her eyes.
Well, she wanted to go upstairs anyway.
Clearing her throat, she offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Dennis is just a kid. I’ll go check on him.”
She was just about to follow when Tristan Davis beat her to it, striding up the staircase, taking three steps at a time.
A ripple of surprise and suspicion crossed Isabella’s face, but she hurried after him.
Down the hall, Emily Blair felt her words catch in her throat. She turned to see the bedroom door swing open. Before she could even process what was happening, a small figure barreled through the doorway.
“Bad lady, I’m gonna get you!”
Head down, fists raised, Dennis Lane charged at her with all the righteous fury a four-year-old could muster.
Emily instinctively sidestepped, tugging her dress out of the way. But the hem was longer than she thought, trailing across the floor. Dennis lunged forward, tripped over the skirt, and hit the ground face-first with a solid thud.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Then Dennis let out a wail, his sobs echoing off the walls.
Emily stared, incredulous. It was Dennis all right.
She quickly tugged her dress out from under him and stepped back, glancing helplessly at Andrew Lane and spreading her hands in protest.
Andrew clicked his tongue, brow furrowing as he looked at Dennis. “Dennis Lane, get up. On your own.”
His tone was stern—commanding without having to raise his voice.
Dennis hesitated, then pushed himself up with trembling arms, sniffling as he sat up. He glared at Emily through teary eyes, then turned to Andrew with outstretched arms, voice wobbling.
“Daddy, pick me up. It hurts…”
Andrew remained unmoved, his dark eyes sharp. “Why did you do that?”

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