"You're delusional if you think I'll let you take advantage of me or my son," Rebecca said, her voice firmer than before, and it immediately caused Griswold's eyes to narrow at her.
"You speak with a lot of confidence now," he commented, and although Rebecca glared at him, he merely smiled in return. "Look, Rebecca, you have the opportunity to pull both yourself and your son out of this miserable life, so you would do well to be sensible and accept my proposal. Otherwise, you'll only end up rotting in here," he said.
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Griswold's gaze then shifted slowly toward Julian, and he studied the boy for a moment before speaking again. "Why don't you convince your mother, boy? Don't you want to eat chicken every day, wear fine clothes, and play as much as you like? Then urge her to agree to it and stop being selfish for both your sakes."
Rebecca glowered at him, and all she could do was pull her son closer against her chest.
