Hunter's POV
I couldn't believe what I had heard from Hector Grant's mouth, and I stood up from my seat immediately and faced him as I tried to keep my anger at bay.
"I didn't make your granddaughter, my slave, Mr. Grant. I think there is a misunderstanding. God knows how much I love Madeline, I treated her as my wife, and I love her with all my heart." I said as I kept my fists on my side. How could he accuse me of something like that?
"Mr. Divenson, I know how much you make my granddaughter suffer. You stayed with your mistress while your wife was waiting for you in your home. And your family treated her like trash." He said.
"How could you say that when you didn't even intervene or help your granddaughter when you knew she had a hard life growing up? Your son, Frank, trusted me to take good care of her daughter." I said as I looked at him in the eyes.
