Zain's POV
The next morning, I walked downstairs to find Carry already at the dining table, picking at her breakfast. I took my seat without bothering to glance her way.
She kept her gaze fixed on her plate. The kid knew I was pissed.
Last night's stunt—ignoring Blanche's call on purpose—hadn't earned her a lecture or punishment. But my silence now said everything. I hadn't even bothered with a goodnight.
Carry could tell I was furious. Really furious.
"Daddy..." She turned toward me cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.
My phone buzzed. I picked up without acknowledging her. Jacob Manor's number flashed on the screen.
