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What was That About

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The car had barely stopped before I shoved the door open and jumped out. My chest was tight, anger burning through my veins like fire.

I didn’t even bother shutting the car door properly—I stormed across the driveway and into the house.

“Dad!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the grand hallway. My steps were heavy, almost stomping, as I moved deeper inside. “Dad!”

“I’m right behind the—bar, son,” came his calm, unhurried voice from the hallway at the back.

I didn’t wait as I marched straight toward him, fists clenched at my sides. .

When I finally saw him, he was standing there with a glass of wine in his hand, looking as though nothing in the world could ruffle him. That calm expression only made my frustration boil hotter.

“Dad, what was the meaning of that today?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Why did you have to do something so—so embarrassing to me?”

My father arched a brow, unfazed. “Collins,” he said slowly, with that maddening pa
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