[Elena's POV]

Noah stood there, looking at the mess, the overturned easel, the ruined canvas, the paint splattered all over my chest. Then he looked at the red handprint on Jake's face.

He didn't yell. And he just turned his head slightly to the butler standing behind him.

"Daniel," Noah said, his voice flat. "Get him out of here."

"Yes, sir," Daniel replied instantly.

"Send him back to his mother's house," Noah added, checking his cufflinks as if he was bored. "Monica has been texting me a ...