“Uncle Oliver.”
“From now on, if I’m not home, remember this: anyone who comes back after ten at night gets their allowance cut in half.”
“No way! Please, Uncle Oliver, don’t do this!”
“Uncle Oliver, you can’t be so heartless!”
The dining room erupted with dramatic howls and groans.
How were they supposed to survive with half their spending money? What kind of parent was this ruthless these days?
“Uncle Oliver…” Colton looked at him with big, pleading eyes.
Oliver barely glanced up, his cold, steady gaze shutting down any argument before it could start. Whatever Colton wanted to say died in his throat.
Dinner wrapped up soon after.
Colton rallied everyone for a round of video games.
Meanwhile, Oliver stood by the window, tea in hand, his eyes sharp and distant as he stared out into the night.
“Johns, step it up. I want every inch combed. Don’t let anyone die on our land. And make sure she doesn’t walk out of those woods without a scratch, either.”
If that little tigress wanted to rip into them, he figured he’d lend her a hand.
Patricia was playing a risky game. He was content to sit back and watch how it played out.
“I’ll handle it,” Johns replied, ready to leave.
Oliver paused. “Which leg did the Martin girl break again?”
Johns thought for a second. “Pretty sure… both of them.”
“Good.”
The question hung in the air, with no follow-up. Johns’s mind raced. Was the boss actually telling him to break that girl’s legs too?
Didn’t matter. Orders were orders.
Nine o’clock.
The search and rescue team finally found Ruby.
They carried her down the mountain on a stretcher and rushed her straight to the hospital.
In the hallway, Tina’s eyes were red and swollen from crying.


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