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!

his brows, concern washing over

calling him dad? Something had

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

Clayton was dumbfounded, "?!?"

the others,

realizing something, everyone tensed up and

eyes red and

her mask, revealing a face

room was in shock:

her voice choked

at her in disbelief, his breathing erratic, his

was nervous, excited, and utterly

body trembled, his lips quivered, his eyes as bewildered as

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

is this a

he saw

heard his daughter

be right in front of him,

Was this a dream?

did it feel so

raised his trembling hand, cautiously,

Irene, his

touch her, to

before Clayton's hand could touch Elysia, he

"Slap!"

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