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“Father,” he uttered harshly. His chest tightened and his hands clenched into fists as he struggled to remain calm.
He slowly moved to block Kat from his father’s view. What the hell was his father doing at Fox Hill? He should have been back at the estate. Unless…he was furious that Tristan had returned to London and Kat, in which case…his father had tracked him down here.
Fucking hell.
Without so much as an “excuse me,” his father pushed him out of the way and strode into the entrance hall, glowering.
“So, the rumors are true. Sleeping with the daughter of the man your mother married only this afternoon? Really, Tristan. I’ve taught you to control your urges better than that. Did you know they are calling you ‘Lord of Scandal’ back in London? Your picture and hers”—Edward nodded at
