#Chapter 237: Showdown

The room seemed entirely frozen for a terrible, long moment. Then, Mr. Hatfield Senior took a step toward us and everything started moving again. The closer Senior became, the more everyone else seemed to inch away from us. When he finally reached us, it was akin to a wild west standoff. The tension soared. “Logan,” Senior said. “Ms. Whitaker.” “She’s Mrs. Hatfield now,” Logan said. Senior narrowed his gaze. “Odd that you wish to give your wife a name that you do not value.” “I value my heritage,” Logan said. “I’m proud of my family. I was even proud of you, for a time. Until recently.” “You have a poor way of showing your appreciation.” “It is difficult to appreciate anyone who cannot accept my wife,” Logan said. Senior shifted his gaze to me. He glanced down at my dress. “I’m surprised you found a designer willing to dress you, given your reputation.” “My reputation is fine,” I replied. “Men who trap women in their offices are the ones who should truly be worried a