From Prison Bars To Gold Bars.

41. True Colors

"You heard what the doctor said, you can't come anywhere near my son." Grace said, blocking Sheryl from going to Van's side.

"Your son? Grace, the fact that you are still standing here and not sitting behind a police counter is because I'm waiting for a detailed explanation…and a severe apology from you. How dare you open your mouth and call Van your son?"

"Were you there for him all these years? Do you have any idea what he struggled with as a kid? What he likes? What he hates? Do you know what his dreams are??

You don't!

That's because you were never there for him! Even long before I took him in, Sheryl, you were never a good mother. I simply did you a favor by–" Her words were cut short as a hard slap landed on her cheek. She opened her mouth to say something else but she wasn't given a chance as another hard slap landed on her other cheek.

"Watch what you say Grace. Don't think for a second that I'm willing to let this slide so easily. Once my son recovers, I'm taking him home,