Evelyn
Shock etched all over her face, growing even more pronounced as she stammered, "Wait, w-what?"
Dad's voice cut through the air like a knife, "You heard me, Chloe. Pack your f*****g bags and get out." His gaze shifted to Jacob, while Clara clung tightly to Dad from behind, more likely acting as a human buffer to prevent any potential outbursts.
I was losing my s**t, my heart pounding in my chest, and my anxiety had already become a brewing storm ready to unleash itself and f*****g destroy me.
"And you," he continued, addressing Jacob as he pointed a finger at him, "I regret ever considering you my friend. Not only did you exploit my daughter's emotions, but you allowed your b***h to insult her under my own f*****g roof. I have to praise your audacity cause you actually
