Chapter 138
Thomas's Point of View (Robert's Father)
I gripped my phone inside the car and dialed Marcus's number, tension snaking through my limbs. After only two rings, his voice came through, edged with caution: "Hello, who is this?"
I answered in a resonant voice, imposing my authority: "It's Thomas, Robert's father."
A brief silence followed before he replied in a more respectful tone: "Hello, Mr. Thomas. How can I help you?"
I said curtly: "Come to Stoolan Restaurant. Do you know it?"
He replied: "Yes, I know it."
I cut the line immediately: "I'll be waiting for you there. I want to talk to you about something."
I arrived at the restaurant and sat watching the door, my back straight and my eyes missing nothing. It wasn't long before Marcus appeared; he approached with hesitant steps, greeted me with a polite coldness, and I gestured with my hand toward the seat opposite me.
