âZach Olsen!â A sharp female voice sliced through the air, halting Zachâs words mid- sentence. He paused, his eyes shifting from Josie to Claudia. Dressed in her nightgown, Claudia stood at the entrance of the elevator, her expression impassive but her tone filled with anger.
Zachâs lips formed a pout. âMother, I didnât say anything inappropriate.â
Claudia approached him directly, her voice stern. âApologize.â
âWhat are you-â Zach began, but Claudia interrupted firmly.
âI insist that you apologize to your sister!â
The term âsisterâ hit Josie and Zach like a bolt from the blue, leaving them both momentarily stunned.
Zach fixed his gaze on Josie, his disbelief evident. âHer? My sister? Mother, I could never bring myself to call her that in this lifetime.â
He had barely finished his sentence when Claudiaâs hand connected with his cheek in a resounding slap. Zach recoiled, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. âYou hit me for her sake. It appears youâre determined to acknowledge this girl as your daughter. But what about me? Am I not your son?â
Josie was caught off guard by Claudiaâs determination, her brow furrowing in response.
âI never intended to be his sister anyway,â Josie retorted.
This could be considered a double entendre.
Claudia continued glaring at her son, her chest heaving. âWeâve pampered and spoiled you since young. Thatâs why you turned out like this! You must apologize to her no matter who she is to you!â
Zach felt a surge of frustration constricting his chest, leaving him suffocated by its weight. However, Claudia was adamant. Responding with biting sarcasm, he quipped, âI apologize for my pettiness. Our abode is vast enough to entertain guests. My sincerest apologies, Ms. Warren.â
He accentuated the last name with deliberate emphasis.
His childish jabs only served to exacerbate Josieâs pounding headache.
At that moment, Mark returned from his morning run, his brow glistening with sweat. It was clear he had grown notably healthier.
Seemingly oblivious to Zachâs presence, Mark approached Josie cheerfully. âYouâre up early, Leanne. What can I have the kitchen whip up for you?â
Josie took a sip of her coffee, setting it down gently. âIâm not really hungry,â she murmured.
âOh⦠Well, maybe just a light salad then. You should have something to eat to stay healthy,â Mark insisted, his tone gentle and caring.
He was clearly bending over backward to please Josie.
A slight twitch pulled at the corner of Zachâs mouth as he observed the exchange. Unable to contain himself any longer, he interjected, âDad.â
Mark turned his attention to Zach, offering a casual acknowledgment. âOh, youâre back.â
Growing increasingly frustrated, Zach raised his voice. âDad!â
Markâs demeanor shifted abruptly, his voice now laced with intimidation. âWhatâs with this ruckus early in the morning!â
Zach couldnât believe it when his fatherâs voice boomed in rebuke. Josie, holding her coffee cup with delicate poise, wore a smug smile that irked Zach to his core. âDad,â he began, âwe need to talk. Letâs go to the study.â
But before he could take more than a couple of steps, Mark grumbled impatiently, âWhy bother with the study? Just speak your mind here. Leanne is family!â
âEven you?â Zachâs frustration simmered as he sank into a chair. âSo none of you have been able to let her go all these years, huh? I want the truth. Are you planning to welcome Josie back into the family?â
Josie, as the protagonist, observed the drama unfold with amusement like a bystander.
Claudia said indifferently, âWhat does that have to do with you? You should worry about yourself. And what about Laura? When is she returning?â
Zach was caught off guard by the question. âHow would I know? Sheâs always been so unpredictable.â
âIf you donât have the courage to get a divorce, then shut up. Weakness has no place in the Olsen family.â Markâs words hit the nail on the head.
Zach ended up bearing the brunt of criticism before the issue with Josie could be resolved.
As Josie observed the unfolding events, she felt sorry for Zach. In the past, he could maintain his facade of a polished scoundrel. Now, however, the true extent of his sheltered and privileged upbringing was laid bare for all to see. It was evident that he was adrift, lacking a true sense of self.