"You're being too extreme, Sophia. I'm your uncle. Whether you want to admit it or not, we share some of the same blood. What I owe your mother, and what I owe you—I'll make it right. I won't fail you. And as for your aunt, she's not nearly as bad as you think."
"I don't care what kind of person she is. Frank, you know exactly what you've done. Don't tell me you can live your whole life with a clean conscience."
Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, helpless. "Sophia, you—hello? …Sophia?"
Before he could finish, the call cut off.
Frank stared at the phone and let out a long sigh.
"Dad, I want a new car. Wire me the money."
The office door suddenly swung open as Nathan sauntered in, dropping into a chair with his legs spread.
Frank frowned. "A new car? Again? You've replaced three cars in one year."
