Chapter 38

"This—" Barclay was momentarily at a loss for words. Yes, considering the way that damn kid Callum had been acting out lately, what right did he even have to ask Nadia to carry on the Ford family line? What a shame. The marriage had started so well… How had it come to this? His frown deepened. Nadia, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. She calmly picked up her cup, gently blew away the foam, and took a sip. Outside, the sound of a car pulling up broke the silence. Heavy footsteps echoed from the front door. Callum was back. He walked in dressed in a perfectly tailored suit—tall, composed, and cold, as if he'd just come from closing a billion-dollar deal. "Grandpa." He greeted Barclay, calm and detached. Barclay suddenly shot to his feet. Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his cane and brought it down hard on Callum's leg. Two solid blows. They were vicious, sharp, and unforgiving. Callum took both without flinching. He didn't dodge or step back. He stood perfectly