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!

furrowed his brows, concern washing over

him dad? Something had to be up with his

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

Clayton was dumbfounded, "?!?"

were the

tensed up and turned

her eyes red and teary as she looked

a

was

before Clayton, her voice choked

in disbelief, his breathing erratic,

nervous, excited,

lips quivered, his eyes

looked at Elysia, then at Tarquin, then at Carl and Philip, sweeping his gaze

this

he saw

he heard his daughter calling him

Irene seemed to be right in front

Was this a dream?

did it

cautiously,

was Irene,

wanted to touch her,

before Clayton's hand could touch

"Slap!"

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