Liam didn't speak immediately. He sized Mr Paul up. The man was breathing through his mouth now, glowering up at Liam, his lips twitching in anger. "You should know your place, Mr Paul," Liam finally said. "Because you were allowed into our family doesn't mean you can say whatever and do whatever you want, especially towards my wife." "I am a part of this family now," Paul snarled. "I have just as much rights as you fucking do. Even more, because I am older! Have you no respect, Liam? Insulting me in front of these strangers!" He turned desperately to Liam's father. "You're seeing this, right?" "Liam," his father said, slowly, "get out of this place now." Liam didn't look at his father; his gaze was on Mr Paul. Before he married Mrs Rebecca, Mr Paul had been nothing but a struggling photographer, thin and scrawny. And then Mrs Rebecca had found him, brushed him up and somehow convinced Liam's grandfather that he could be a "profitable" son in-law. "Liam, I spoke to you," his fath
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