![]() “So this is what’s going to happen.” His tone is deceptively pleasant. He gives me a pointed stare, and yep, I’m the speed bump. “But we’ve hit a little speed bump, haven’t we?” I know what he wants to achieve, and I know he’s capable of achieving it.” His jaw hardens. “I generously allow him these luxuries because I know his goals align with mine. ![]() His car? Insurance? Who do you think makes the payments for that? And his gear? The boy doesn’t even have a job-how do you think he’s able to live? Because of me.” ![]() He buys his textbooks and pays for his booze because of me. Because my signature is on the tuition checks I send to Briar. “Do you want to know why he’s succeeding right now? What enables him to do that?” Mr. I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I know that I hate him for it. “But that just means you want him to be happy, don’t you, Hannah? You want him to succeed.” ![]() “I believe you mean that.” He shrugs dismissively. He studies my face, then makes a derisive sound. The confession brings a flash of annoyance to his eyes. I’m confident I can change your mind.” Those cold, gray eyes bore into my face. “It means you’re going to break up with my son.” “With all due respect, sir, but that’s not your decision to make.” Which is why I’ve decided you’re no longer going to be seeing my son.” And I certainly don’t like that you’ve divided his attention. ![]() “I see the way he looks at you, and I don’t like it. ![]()
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