Arthur Montgomery rushed in, his face pale.
“Isabella! Why was my own son trapped behind that wall?!”
Isabella stepped back.
“Arthur, calm down! He was just playing a game upstairs!”
The waitress lifted the boy’s trembling hands.
“Look at his hands, Mr. Montgomery! He’s been clawing at that iron grate for days!”
Arthur stared at his son.
The boy’s wrists were bruised. His nails were broken. His tiny body shook with cold and fear.
Then Arthur looked at Isabella.
“You monster! You locked my child behind a wall while living off my money!”
Isabella’s eyes darted toward the crowd gathering in the doorway.
“Arthur, please! Think about our family’s reputation with all these people watching!”
“You’re going to prison for the rest of your life!”
The boy buried his face in the waitress’s shoulder.
“Daddy… that kind waitress rescued me from the dark room!”
Arthur crossed the room and knelt beside them.
“You saved my son’s life today.”
His voice broke.
