Devan's pov Devan's pov. [Killan's father]The plane hummed quietly, slicing through a sea of clouds. The air was already cold as my fists clenched the phone tightly against my ear, jaw tight as Dr. Ryan's voice echoed through.My breath grew tense.I need to leave.This can't wait.I cleared my throat as soon as he finished. “Just hold on. Don't do anything yet. I'm on my way,” I said hoarsely before dropping the phone harder than I intended on the table.“Turn the plane around,” I bellowed to the lady who had just refilled my glass of wine, and her gaze widened.My gaze held hers captive, and she shuddered, almost spilling the wine.With how her throat bobbed, I could tell she gulped hard. “Sir?”“Tell the pilot to turn this fucking plane around. Now,” I gritted through clenched teeth, and she trembled, scurrying away in an instant.I barely held back a scoff.We agreed to start again. She called me Dad, like she had finally accepted me, but it was all a camouflage.Fake!She was f
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