At that moment, Vera truly admired him. Even under the pressure of her father’s cold, scrutinizing stare, Caleb still had the audacity to calmly pick up food and put it on her plate. Silently, she retracted her bowl, choosing not to get involved in their silent battle. She had only agreed to bring Caleb home. Convincing her father was entirely on him. And she had no plans to help. Not that she could, anyway. Her father could be reasonable but only when he wanted to be. Once he made up his mind about something, even she, his own daughter, couldn’t change it. *The meal was eaten in absolute silence—a tense, suffocating silence. So when it was over, Vera wasn’t surprised in the slightest when her father called Caleb into his study. She felt a pang of worry. “You’ll be fine, right? Don’t push back too hard against my dad.” “I’ll be fine.” But the doubt in her eyes was a little too obvious. Caleb sighed and lightly flicked her forehead. “What, you don’t tr
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