He grabbed my phone from the counter and smashed it against the kitchen wall so violently that the screen shattered into pieces.
“No ambulance,” he continued coldly. “The neighbors will talk and I just became a senior partner, so I do not need police showing up at my house.”
He crouched beside me and grabbed my hair roughly, forcing my head backward so I had to look at him.
“Listen carefully,” Gregory said with cruel calm. “I am a lawyer and I play golf with the county sheriff, so if you accuse me of anything I will have you locked in a psychiatric hospital because you are an orphan and no one will believe your story.”
The pain in my body burned like fire but something colder began growing in my chest.
I looked straight into his eyes without fear.
“You are right Gregory,” I said quietly. “You understand the law, but you do not know who wrote it.”
Gregory frowned with confusion while Patricia stared at me like I had gone insane.
“Give me your phone,” I said steadily. “Call my father.”
Gregory burst into mocking laughter while Brandon shifted nervously near the doorway.