Malcolm's entire body was frozen in shock as though he had been struck by lightning when faced with Joshua's cold gaze.
His mind was racing with thoughts of how to escape this room.
A split second later, he smiled meekly at Joshua and said, "M-Mr. Lynch, how can I possibly dare to use your children like this?
"They told me they weren't happy with you and Luna...so I risked my life to sneak here to check on them. After all, Nigel, Neil, and Nellie had lived with me for six years, so of course I'd care about them.
"How can I not come to check on them after they told me that they weren't happy with their situation?" He began taking small steps backward as he continued, "The reason I came here was to talk to them about cutting you and Luna some slack. They're children, after all, so they wouldn't understand the situation you and Luna are in, but I know that you and Luna care about them just as much as you care about Riley and the lost child.
"After all, there is no such thing as favorites to a parent, isn’t that so?"
Malcolm's back pressed against the door, and he surreptitiously snaked his hand backward and tried to open the door.
After jiggling the doorknob for a few moments, he realized he had been locked in from outside.
A glimmer of despair flashed through his eyes at this realization.
It seemed that...he would have to face his fate.
"You're right.” Joshua shifted into a more comfortable position in his chair. "Luna and I care about the triplets just as much as we care about Riley and our lost daughter.
"The three of them have never felt neglected by us. The reason they told you that was just to lure you out of hiding."
Joshua lifted his head to glance impassively at Malcolm. "The lemonade that you drank just now..."
Malcolm's voice turned cold as his face twisted into a grimace. "That lemonade was poisoned, wasn't it?"
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