Chapter 113

NOAH I was about to get into my car when my dad called out to me. I glanced back and saw Isabel standing beside him. She looked awkward, likely still affected by what had happened at the dinner table, her posture stiff and uncertain. “Isabel’s going to Keith’s bar too,” my dad said, his expression stern. “Take her with you.” “Dad—” “Isabel, get in the car first,” my dad interrupted calmly, leaving no room for argument. “I need a word with my son.” Isabel hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded and followed his instruction, walking toward the car without another word. “I know you don’t like her,” my dad said the moment she was out of earshot, not giving me a chance to speak. “But whether you like her or not, you still need to treat her properly. Do it for your grandpa.” He paused, then added in a quieter voice, “I already explained to her that you’re naturally cold and distant—with everyone. Even with your own family.” I nodded, my jaw tightening, my expression darkening. “But this wi