Inside Theodore's car…
"Fuck, fuck!" Theodore cursed, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. His face was flushed with anger.
The reports lay forgotten on the passenger seat. He had anticipated finding damning evidence against Claudia, proof that would finally allow him to cast her out of the Reid family.
All these years, he had been planning to take action against the mother and son. He thought he would get the evidence against them this time. But nothing had happened as he hoped. His frustration mounted.
"Damn it!" he roared, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
The car was still, yet Theodore felt a whirlwind of emotions. Betrayal, anger, determination—they churned within him, a tempestuous sea threatening to consume him.
The more he felt frustrated, the more determined he grew. This was not the end; it was a mere setback. He would expose them, he vowed, his mind racing with renewed purpose.
