#Chapter 173 – Sneaky Squirrel

John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze. “What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth. Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks. Ian, seated next to her, stares at his grandfather, his hands still wrapped around his teacup filled with hot cocoa. “Joyce,” Walsh says, glaring at them as he comes to the head of the table. He doesn’t sit down, but instead places his palms flat on the table, leaning forward to glare at his wife, his daughter, and his grandson, all seated there. All three blink at him and Evelyn’s mother glances at the door. “Is he not coming down for breakfast?” she asks. “Oh shoot,” Evelyn says, her eyes narrowing sarcastically. “And I was so looking forward to seeing him.” “He has not reported for duty,” Walsh says, glaring around at them. “He didn’t even check in last night, after he went out.” “Wel