On Christmas morning, my millionaire son asked if Amanda’s $5,000 monthly support had finally made me comfortable.

image is part of your success, Daniel.”

I slowly sat down, gripping the armrest of my chair.

Daniel’s face went pale with rage. “You used money meant for my mother to decorate a vacation house?”

Amanda’s lips trembled, but her chin lifted. “I used it where it would do the most good.”

The sentence seemed to hang in the air.

Daniel nodded once. “Get out.”

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