Jared was slumped on the couch, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
His eyes were restless, darting around.
Valeria frowned, "Look, I know you're in a bad mood, but could you stop balling up your fists? I don't want to bandage up your hands again."
Ryder strolled in. "Uncle," he called.
Jared finally looked up, but he was giving Ryder the stink eye.
"How’s your hand?" Ryder's tone was icy.
Valeria moved to Ryder's side, tugged at his arm and murmured, "Now's not the time to talk to him, you know full well..."
"Valeria," Ryder interrupted, "I need to have a word with my uncle. Could you give us a moment?"
Valeria glanced at Jared, hesitated, then finally left the room.
She didn't close the door, and didn't stray too far.
Jared was like a wild beast on the brink of lashing out, and Valeria was clearly still worried.
Ryder stood beside Jared, calmly saying, "You must have some questions. I'm here to clear the air. I'll answer everything truthfully."
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