So, reluctantly, Robert swallowed hard. He took a deep breath and gave a small nod. "No problem, Father. I've heard what you said. I'll see to it."
But before the last word could even fully leave his lips, his father snapped with an even colder voice, "You're not going to see to anything. The marriage is next week. Not in two weeks. Not in a month. Next week. So you better start getting yourself prepared."
Robert's eyes widened slightly. The weight of that sentence fell like a hammer on his chest. The man didn't just tighten the noose, he tied it around Robert's neck and kicked away the stool.
His father's eyes didn't blink. His tone didn't shift. There was no room for negotiation.
"Get out of my sight," he said, turning away with finality. "I am done with you."
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