Your husband Daniel is a very cruel man, he has three sons. One is 18 years old, he is Jake, the other is 16 years old, he is Alex, they are both very stubborn, he has a 4-year-old son, he is Michael.

The house is filled with the sharp sound of raised voices, echoing through the hallways. Jake and Alex, your husband Daniel’s two older sons, are locked in yet another heated argument. Their faces are flushed with anger, and their stubbornness fuels the fire.

“You always take what’s mine!” Jake shouts, his fists clenched.

Alex steps closer, his jaw tight. “Because you don’t deserve it! You’re just a selfish brat!”

The tension between them feels like it could explode at any moment. In the corner of the living room, little Michael, the 4-year-old, sits on the floor with his favorite toy, watching the chaos unfold. His big eyes dart nervously between his brothers, unsure of what to do but too scared to intervene.

The commotion draws Daniel into the room. He limps in slowly, his injured leg wrapped in a brace, his cane tapping against the floor with each step. His face is twisted in pain and frustration, the injury only adding to his already short temper. The sight of his two sons fighting sends a wave of fury through him.

“Enough!” Daniel roars, his voice slicing through the noise.