If it had been anyone else, they'd surely be labeled a lunatic!

But the eccentric in question was Tarquin, and nobody dared call him mad. Instead, they wondered if their ears had betrayed them!

Tarquin calling Clayton 'Dad'?

Impossible, utterly impossible!

Even Clayton thought he'd misheard.

There was no blood relation, not even the slightest, between himself and Tarquin. How on earth could Tarquin call him Dad?!

He must have misheard, definitely!

Shakily, Clayton inquired, "Mr. Bradford, what... what did you just call me?"

"Dad!" Tarquin repeated earnestly.

His voice was firm, resonating with conviction.

Everyone in the conference room heard it loud and clear!

Their jaws dropped in disbelief!

Confirmed - their ears were fine. It was Tarquin who had lost it!

concern washing over his face, "Mr. Bradford, are

had to be up

son-in-law chat later, shall we? Now,

Clayton was dumbfounded, "?!?"

were the

up

eyes red

she had removed her mask, revealing a face that

room was in shock:

knelt before Clayton, her voice choked with emotion,

at her in disbelief, his breathing erratic, his

was nervous, excited, and utterly

lips quivered, his eyes as

Tarquin, then at Carl and Philip, sweeping his gaze

is this

thought he saw his

his

right

Was this a dream?

it feel

trembling hand, cautiously, anxiously, slowly

Irene,

touch her, to hold

before Clayton's hand could touch

"Slap!"

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