Barnard stood there in confusion, not quite grasping what was going on until he finally read the contract in front of him. His eyes narrowed as realization hit him. “Dad, why did you sign this agreement for me without even asking? When did I ever say…”
Calvin didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “Back when Camilla was with the Carter family, you kept declaring she was your true love. Now you’ve got what you wanted, so you ought to be satisfied. Camilla’s ruthless, Barnard. Cutting ties with her is for the best—for all of us.”
If Camilla had simply left the Carter family and kept to herself running her little company, Calvin wouldn’t care. But now she’d gotten close to someone powerful, someone they had to respect, and that made her demands something Calvin couldn’t ignore.
Barnard’s reluctance was totally obvious, but Calvin just pressed on. “As of today, the two of you will be moving into the Carter Estate. You’re not working at Carter Group anymore. There’s no one you absolutely have to call. I’m going to hold onto your phone. You’ll get it back after the wedding.”
“Dad, I’m not a kid. Why are you taking my phone? Even if I’m not working at Carter Group, I still have friends, a life. Seriously, what century are we in? Who takes someone’s phone away?” Barnard’s voice shot up, the frustration clear.
Calvin just gave a cold look. “You think I want to? It’s not like you’ve given me a choice. I don’t see anything important about your social life. Right now, your only job is to calm down and do your part. The Carter family needs an heir, and that responsibility is on you.”
In the past, Calvin never realized how reckless Barnard could be. He always saw Jasper as his grandson, so he never pushed Barnard to have another child. But now, seeing himself getting older and realizing how unreliable Barnard had turned out, Calvin’s patience was gone.
Davina, still upset about the wedding dress, perked up as soon as she realized Calvin was on her side. She turned to Barnard, her expression earnest. “Barnard, I really think Dad’s right. We should have our own child. Maybe you should just give your phone to Dad.”
Barnard looked even more unwilling, but it made no difference. Calvin got up and walked over, his hand searching Barnard’s pockets. Barnard tried to dodge, but with his leg still healing and Davina getting in the way, he was no match. Calvin ended up with the phone.
With a quick glance at Davina, Calvin said, “Alright, quit making a scene and help him out of here.”
Davina, happy for Calvin’s support, did as she was told. She reached for Barnard, but he pulled away, irritation etched all over his face. He limped ahead on his own, supporting himself against the wall, his brow drawn tight in annoyance. He shot Davina a glare as he passed.

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