Model Son, Monster Father
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Nothing about his words or actions resembled those of a usual five-year-old kid.
The shock had made me pass out and collapse onto the floor. I had no idea how long I lay there, but by the time I finally woke up, the sun had set.
Light leaked from the master bedroom, where Caleb and Emery were enthusiastically discussing how they would renovate the house after I died.
I was unconscious on the floor, yet my biological son didn't bother to check on me. He was too busy scheming to seize my home.
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"Enough, Dad," Caleb cut in. "That's all in the past, so why do you have to keep dragging it up, especially in front of such a large crowd? How is Nicky supposed to face his classmates and teachers f