Husband Caused His Son To Jump Off The Building

George's face darkened immediately.

Evelyn looked shocked, her eyes brimming with tears as she clung to George. "George, Whitney's really scary. Did she get the wrong idea about us?

George, if Whitney doesn't want us here, I'll take Jacob and leave. We won't trouble you. Just let me and Jacob fend for ourselves out there."

Jacob glared at me, yelling, "You're so mean to my mom. How dare you?"

George immediately turned to Evelyn with concern, soothing her, "Evelyn, don't worry. I promised to take care of you, and I will."

Then he turned to me, his anger flaring. "Whitney, what's wrong with you? Evelyn and Jacob are already having a tough time. Why are you being so cruel to her?

Plus, this is my house. I decide who stays.

Just sort out their bags. There's a silk bedding set for Evelyn. She has delicate skin and is prone to allergies."

I found his words ridiculous.

Patrick had allergies too, but George had never shown him such care in all the years we were together.

Poor Patrick. He spent his whole life loving a father who not only didn't love him back but actively harmed him.

I stood still, my face set in a cold expression.

George's face grew even darker. "Whitney, what are you playing at?"

Evelyn sneered at me, her voice condescending, "A wife should listen to her husband. George, your wife is over the top. She's not showing you any respect.

If it were me, I'd have done whatever my husband asked without a second thought."

Jacob snorted. "Exactly. She's nowhere near as good as you, mom."

George, his face red with anger, barked, "Whitney, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf? Move it, or you'll regret it."

I stared back at him, a mix of rage and despair in my eyes. "How will you make me regret it? Today, there's no way you're taking over my son's room!"

George slapped me hard across the face. "Whitney, you really don't know when to quit. What use do I have for a wife who won't listen?"

Evelyn smirked with satisfaction. "That's right, George. A man has to assert himself. We're just friends, nothing more. But look at her, getting all jealous. It's pathetic."

"Absolutely, Mr. Lynch, she deserves it. You're a real man," Jacob chimed in.

George, smirking at the compliments, scoffed.

He then scoffed, "Whitney, I thought you'd treat Evelyn better, try to get along. But no, you had to get all jealous. You're ugly when you're jealous. And you thought you could threaten me with divorce, huh?

You think I'm scared?

Alright, you won't move? I'll get Jacob's room ready myself!"

George barged into Patrick's room.

I panicked and rushed after him, but Jacob grabbed me.