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TWENTY SEVEN

GRAYSON'S POV

My anger spiked when I saw this so-called Raymond guy’s hand casually draped over Sylvia’s shoulder while they ate Chinese food. Who the fuck did he think he was? My blood boiled, but I tried to keep my cool for the kids' sake.

"Hi, Mr. Grayson," Zenith called out to me with a smile, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hi, Zenith," I responded, forcing a smile. Not here, not in front of the kids. I couldn’t cause a scene.

"Sylvia, can I speak to you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even.

"Umm, sure," she replied.

"Privately," I emphasized.

"Okay?" Sylvia said, standing up. I grabbed her arm and led her outside the house.

"Hey, stop it. Why are you so pissed off?" she asked, yanking her arm away.

"Who the hell is that man inside?" I demanded.

"What? Raymond? Why are you asking? What is this?" she responded, confused.

"I saw him picking up the kids from school today," I said, my voice tight with anger.

"Yes, I couldn’t make it, and he agreed to help," she explained.

"I wante
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