Ethan helped Margaret back into her wheelchair, his hands gentle yet firm. “Mom, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice tender despite the fury brewing inside. Margaret nodded, her eyes grateful yet pained, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Turning back to Olivia, Ethan felt a cold resolve settle in his chest. “This is unforgivable,” he said, each word measured, the finality of his decision solidifying in his mind. “I want you out of this house.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in panic, disbelief etched across her face. “Ethan, please,” she begged, her voice a mix of desperation and shock. “We can work through this. It was a mistake!”