Though Christian did not care much for Juni, she was still his flesh and blood. His brows furrowed as he turned to Peyton. “What’s going on?”
Peyton wiped her tears, her voice trembling in an attempt to appear pitiful. “Mr. Clark, I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to play with Juni, but she kept kicking my stomach. I didn’t know what else to do, so I punished her a little.”
I almost laughed out of anger. “Juni is barely over a year old. How could she possibly kick your stomach?”
Peyton’s tears flowed even harder. “Mr. Clark, you have to believe me…”
Perhaps out of concern for the child Peyton was carrying, Christian chose to side with her again.
He held her close, comforting her gently. He then shot me a glare. “Shiloh, take the child to the bedroom. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
That was the final straw. “Embarrassing myself? Christian, she pinched your child, and you’re just going to let it slide?”
Christian grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the bedroom. Furious, I broke free and lunged at Peyton again, grabbing her hair once more.
Caught off guard, Peyton dropped her phone. In that split second, I caught a glimpse of a message notification on her screen.
My eyes widened in shock.
