"Only when I track down the scumbag who killed my mom and see him behind bars, then can my mom's soul rest in peace." Paige held Baillie's hand tightly, "And until then, nobody is allow to touch my mom!"
"Paige, I'm her husband..." Grant looked at Paige.
His gaze was starting to challenge her.
"Well, good luck trying to take Ms. Peyton away without my wife's consent," Baillie calmly stated.
He was so assertive, it made Grant and his sons unconsciously furrow their eyebrows.
"Grant, I'm not one of your dumb puppets. Your ex-wife died under mysterious circumstances, you didn't get an autopsy, and you're trying to explain it all away with suicide? That shit won't fly with me!"
Grant looked at Paige, "Paige, can we talk privately for a bit?"
"No." Baillie spoke, his tone brooking no argument.
Paige didn't object.
"Baillie, can you stay out of this? We're here to handle family matters!" Logan snapped angrily. He was furious. Who did Baillie think he was to speak for Paige? Who did he think he was?
"I'm afraid what I have to say to her, Paige wouldn't want you to hear," Grant responded, his tone cooling down while his face maintained a fake smile.
Logan was taken aback, looking at Grant in shock. He had a hunch about what Grant wanted to say.
"Dad! Drop it!" Logan scolded, reaching out to grab Grant's arm. "Let's go back and organize Auntie Peyton's belongings... Let's go!"
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