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!

shock, Clayton furrowed his brows, concern

him dad? Something had to be

son-in-law chat later, shall we? Now, look who's that?" Father-in-law

Clayton was dumbfounded, "?!?"

the others,

up and turned

Tarquin, her eyes red and teary as she looked at

mask, revealing a face that was strikingly similar to

was in shock:

Clayton, her voice choked with emotion,

disbelief, his breathing erratic, his chest

nervous, excited, and utterly

his eyes

at Carl and Philip, sweeping his gaze over every face in

asking, is this

he

thought he heard his daughter calling

right in

Was this a dream?

did it

hand, cautiously, anxiously, slowly reaching towards

was Irene,

wanted to touch her, to

hand could touch

"Slap!"

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