#Chapter 177: Trust No One

Agnes I stared at my father, momentarily stunned into silence. Of all the people who could have stopped to help me, of course it had to be him. The man hadn’t been there to help me with a damn thing in seven years, and yet he’d shown up over a fucking flat tire. Recovering quickly, I straightened my spine. “No thanks,” I said coldly. “I can change it myself.” His eyebrows rose slightly. I couldn’t tell if he was judging me or what. “You’re going to change a tire in that outfit?” he asked. His eyes traveled pointedly to my blue dress and heels, and his brows lifted a half centimeter further. “I’ve done it before,” I snapped over my shoulder, already moving to the trunk of my car to retrieve my spare tire. And I had—just not in formal wear. But I wasn’t about to admit that to him. I also wasn’t about to admit to him that I had to teach myself through online tutorials since he’d been too busy fawning over Ava and his new wife to show me how to do it. My fathe