The hair on Nina Sinclair’s arms stood up, and she instinctively hid behind Joseph Shaw.
"Joseph Shaw, did my words go in one ear and out the other?" the old man asked, his eyes darkening.
He snorted, his eyes filled with contempt. "Scared, are you? And you still dared to come?"
Nina Sinclair said nothing, but anyone could see the jealousy in her eyes.
The old man understood perfectly. He snorted again, not sparing Nina Sinclair a single glance.
Nina Sinclair’s face was livid. She wanted Joseph Shaw to speak up for her.
But when she looked up, she saw the man staring at the floor, looking utterly spineless.
She angrily pinched the small of his back, but that was all she could do.
From her seat at the dining table, Chloe Sinclair watched Nina Sinclair and sneered to herself.
"Dad, if there’s nothing else, Nina and I will head upstairs."
Joseph Shaw knew he had no say in his own home, so he tried to defuse the situation.
He put his arm around Nina Sinclair, ready to lead her upstairs, but then he heard the old man forcefully strike the ground with his cane.
"Did I say you could go upstairs?"
The old man slowly walked over to Joseph Shaw. "Joseph Shaw, take your mistress and get out."
Hearing the word "mistress," Nina Sinclair’s face went pale. She instinctively wanted to object but realized she didn’t even have the right to speak.
"Say something!" Nina Sinclair urged Joseph Shaw.
Resentful at being targeted by his own father, Joseph Shaw retorted, "This is my home, too. What’s wrong with me bringing my girlfriend back?"
Joseph Shaw had married young and was now only fifty. Despite his age, he was much more handsome than most men his age.
"Nina is my girlfriend now, and in the future, she’ll be my woman!"
A flash of disgust crossed the old man’s eyes. He couldn’t help but scoff, "Heh. Is there any woman you *haven’t* said that about?"


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