“Stop!” she screamed, throwing herself forward. “This is illegal! You’re abusing a disabled man!”
Furious, Richard grabbed her arm and slammed her to the floor.
“I’m done with this maid,” he snarled. “Victoria, call security. Throw out this trash, the cripple, and the kids. Now.”
The guards—men Alexander had employed for years—entered with lowered eyes. Cash spoke louder than loyalty.
Alexander was dumped into an old, rusted wheelchair pulled from the basement.
Minutes later, they were shoved through the iron gates into the storm.
The gates slammed shut behind them like a final sentence.
Rain poured down in sheets of ice. The twins cried in terror.