Chase's roar cut through the quiet night, harsh and jarring.Startled guests stepped out of their rooms, craning their necks to see what was happening. Monica came rushing out too, shrieking, "I know, right? That stuff could've killed him! You're way too extreme just to get Chase's attention!"I looked at Chase's face, twisted with what he called "fatherly love," and could only find it ironic."Open your eyes and look. Does my son show a single sign of an allergic reaction?"I picked him up and rubbed soothing circles on Rowan's back. He'd clearly been startled, his little mouth still pouting, but his breathing was steady, his eyes clear—no trace of discomfort anywhere.Chase froze. The anger on his face melted into confusion and panic, and he started muttering to himself. "Everyone in the Reed family is allergic to peanuts—a few peanuts, and we can barely breathe. My father, my grandfather, all of them. How could he not—"Monica jumped in, reassuring him with total confidenc
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