The Millionaire’s Shout
For a split second, Richard couldn’t move. Then the sight of his daughter’s tear-streaked face ignited something primal inside him.
“STOP!” he roared, his voice echoing through the kitchen like a thunderclap.
Vanessa froze, the jug slipping slightly in her hand. Emily’s sobs quieted to hiccups as she looked up at her father, wide-eyed.
Richard strode forward, pulling Emily into his arms, holding her against his chest as the milk soaked into his suit. He didn’t care. He only tightened his grip, whispering, “Daddy’s here. You’re safe now.”
Then he turned, eyes blazing, to the woman he thought he knew.

