Nathan's POV
"Father, what the hell did you say to Hailee?" I asked, not caring that my voice was slightly raised at him.
His brows lifted slightly, probably surprised by my tone.
"I beg your pardon?" he said calmly, but there was a warning edge to his voice.
"I said," I stepped closer, my jaw clenched, "What did you say to her?"
He didn't answer right away. He just studied me for a moment—too long—and I could feel my blood boiling beneath my skin.
"She was fine just moments ago," I snapped. "You scared her. What did you say?"
He exhaled slowly and exchanged glances with Mother, who seemed confused with what was going on, before facing me directly now.
"I didn't scare her," he said, his voice level. "I had a conversation with her. That's all."
"A conversation?" I echoed bitterly. "She looked like she was warned… threatened. You don't call that scared?"
