Snow Fitch was holding Ethan's hand, standing in the deserted living room, and deliberately raised her voice as she looked up at them.
Christopher frowned, clearly displeased, and let go of the woman in his arms while still keeping one hand on her shoulder, then turned to look downstairs.
Amelia Garcia shook off his hand, widening the distance between them, and without feigning concern about why her best friend had arrived, she headed downstairs.
Snow's eyes were bloodshot as she whispered low, "What's going on? Did he force himself on you?"
"It's nothing." She didn't want to say too much in front of her son.
Her gaze shifted to her son, and she took advantage of the moment before the man approached to blink and smile.
Ethan had long been "brainwashed" by Snow and smiled back politely, "Hello, beautiful Auntie."
Christopher soon approached and mocked, "Is this how the Fitch family teaches children? Barely out of diapers and already flirting with women."