CHAPTER 172: PERMISSION DENIED

Nathaniel

If Andres gave a flat expression to his own son, telling him he was going to be a grandfather soon, how was he going to react with us?

Dean looks over at his dad and his smile from earlier disappears. "That's about it," Dean says as he sits back down, then looks over at Alexander. "The floor's yours, man."

Jesus Christ, my blood sugar levels were down to the fucking ground.

"Thank you, Dean." Alexander stands firm and tall.

Why the fuck was he so fucking happy? I was about to pass the fuck out. Was it too late to excuse myself and go check on my son?

I look over at Via and see that she's looking straight at Alexander with pure confusion on her face. Looking at her makes something in my mind click right into place.

If Andres yelled at us and gave us conditions to date his daughter, I would hear him out and do them. Anything just to have her.

You know what—fuck it.

I try my best to clear my head and focus on every word Alexander is saying.

"So, I didn't prepare much for this—"