Sebastian’s POV
My father's remarks hung in the air like an unresolved storm, and the living room fell eerily silent.
"You’re making a mistake."
I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I slowly breathed. It had been a tiring conversation—Raymond always managed to get past my well-constructed barriers. But what was it he thought I would do? Go after Emma?
She had decided.
I was now creating mine.
When I looked up, I saw my father going back inside with an unreadable expression as the front door creaked open once more.
"Changed your mind?" I mumbled, immediately grabbing for the whiskey glass I had left behind.
Raymond took a while to reply. With a groan, he approached the couch and took a seat, closely observing me.
"You plan to follow through on all of this? "Are you certain?" he inquired at last.
Before responding, I took a slow sip of my beverage and let the warmth to burn down my throat. "I don’t know what you mean."
Raymond gave a dry laugh. "Son, don't act foolis
