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!

Clayton furrowed his brows, concern washing over his face, "Mr.

had to be up

and son-in-law chat later, shall

Clayton was dumbfounded, "?!?"

were the others,

realizing something, everyone tensed up and turned their heads

behind Tarquin, her eyes red and

had removed her mask, revealing a face that was strikingly similar to

room was in

her voice choked

at her in disbelief, his breathing erratic,

nervous, excited, and

quivered, his eyes as bewildered as a

Elysia, then at Tarquin, then at Carl and Philip, sweeping

this a dream

he saw

thought he heard his

be right in front of

Was this a dream?

it feel so

raised his trembling hand, cautiously,

Irene, his

touch her, to

before Clayton's hand could touch

"Slap!"

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