POV: HENRY“Roger, stop!” Margareth cried, sobbing, trying to hold him back by the arms. “This is real! It’s James! He’s our son, but he… he’s sick!”“This is fake!” he shouted, spitting on the broken device.“What the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed, stepping forward, the rage burning in my throat like fire. “Are you defending a kidnapper just because he shares your blood?”“YOU WANT TO SHAME US IN FRONT OF THE WORLD?” Roger roared so loudly, his voice echoed through the room. His face was red, his eyes bulging with fury, and his breathing was short and ragged. “You want us to turn against our own son because of a video? That was staged, Henry!”He pointed a trembling finger at me as if accusing me with his eyes could somehow erase the truth.“YOU set this up!” Roger bellowed, clutching his chest like he’d been struck. He stumbled a step back. “You're trying to destroy us!”Margareth rushed to him, alarmed.“Roger, please, calm down!” she begged through tears, gripping her husband's
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