Nicholas POV
I stormed out of the car and walked into the house angrily. "Sir, dinner is ready and getting cold. Should I bring it to your—"
"I'm not hungry, Patricia," I responded coldly to my cook as I took the stairs, my hands busy taking off my suit jacket.
"Nicholas," Monica called out from the bottom of the stairs, and I paused in my tracks. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice uncertain and filled with anxiety.
"Of course you did. I gave a simple instruction, but you decided to flout my order," I turned, staring down at her with a piercing gaze.
"But I did everything you asked me to, Nicholas," she uttered, looking everywhere and avoiding my stern glare.
"No, you did not. I asked you to get into the car so we could leave and avoid Ethan, but you stood there like a
