Freya quickly composed herself, her heart still racing from the storm of emotions crashing inside her chest. She looked at her father, her brows furrowed in disbelief.
"I can't believe this, Dad," she said, her voice low but charged with emotion. "Did you really call me all the way here because you heard I was going out with Trevor Baliante?"
Mr. Stanford didn't flinch. He met her gaze directly and gave a firm nod of affirmation.
"That is exactly why I called you here," he said without hesitation.
Freya let out an incredulous laugh, shaking her head. "You could've just asked me over the phone, and I would've told you the truth. Instead, you scared me—made it sound like something serious had happened."
"This is serious, Freya," her father said calmly, though the intensity in his voice was unmistakable. "There's nothing more important to your mother and me than your safety and well-being."
