At that moment, Robert's face was burning with anger. His jaw clenched so tightly, veins popped at the side of his neck. His hands balled into fists, and his steps were heavy like someone about to confront a deadly enemy. His eyes locked on Abigail and Victoria from a distance, both of them standing there like nothing had happened, as if they hadn't just thrown his entire day into chaos. The urge to walk up to them, confront them right there, drag answers out of Victoria and shut Abigail up once and for all, was boiling inside him.
But just as he took a step forward, a sharp vibration buzzed in his pocket, he ignored it the first time, the second vibration came, and with a frustrated grunt, he pulled out his phone, intending to cut the call without even looking.
But then his eyes caught the name on the screen.
"Dad"
