Chapter 45

The next day, Zayden Greene rapped his fingers heavily against the carved wooden armrest at the Greene residence. The dull thuds echoed through the room. The cup of coffee before him had long gone cold—much like the look in his eyes as he stared at his son. "The Sanders called me this morning," he started. "Caleb has three broken ribs. He's still lying in a hospital bed." He slammed a newspaper down in front of Asher. "Did you do this?" Asher stood straight-backed. His lips curled into a faint smile. "I did." "You reckless fool!" The worry beads in Zayden's hand slammed onto the table with a sharp crack. Wooden beads scattered across the floor. "The Sanders have been attached to the Greenes for over a decade. Even if they haven't achieved much, they've put in the work. "You beat up their only son! Are you trying to show everyone who relies on the Greenes how we treat our partners?" "He crossed a line he shouldn't have." "He crossed a line?" Zayden sneered. "You've turned the