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

stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“Get out of my mother’s house.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

She glanced at the silver gifts beneath the tree. “Fine. But when you calm down, you’ll realize I saved you from being manipulated.”

Daniel picked up one of the presents and read the tag. “To Evelyn, with love, Amanda.”

He tore off the wrapping paper.

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