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2024-09-23 07:01:11Antonio's POV
The drive back home from Fiona’s place was silent, and I liked it that way. I sat in the back seat with Phoebe, staring out of the window, but my mind was somewhere else.I was fuming, replaying Fiona’s words in my head over and over again. The nerve of her, talking to me like that. If I hadn't shown up when I did to save her family from bankruptcy, would she have had the guts to talk to me carelessly?My jaw tightened as I glanced sideways at Phoebe. She was huddled in her seat, avoiding my gaze like a scared little mouse. She knew. Of course, she knew.Her impulsive, foolish, childish attitude was the reason Fiona thought she had a say in how I was going to run my home. The fact that Stevenson was at her mercy didn't mean I would let her daughter treat me the same way. Over my dead body.I wanted to say something, to lash out, but I just decided to play it cool. Phoebe shrank further into her seat, as if she wished the groRelated chapters
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