The hair on Nina Sinclair's arms stood up, and she instinctively hid behind Joseph Shaw.
"Joseph Shaw, did my words go in one ear and out the other?" the old man asked, his eyes darkening.
He snorted, his eyes filled with contempt. "Scared, are you? And you still dared to come?"
Nina Sinclair said nothing, but anyone could see the jealousy in her eyes.
The old man understood perfectly. He snorted again, not sparing Nina Sinclair a single glance.
Nina Sinclair's face was livid. She wanted Joseph Shaw to speak up for her.
But when she looked up, she saw the man staring at the floor, looking utterly spineless.
She angrily pinched the small of his back, but that was all she could do.
From her seat at the dining table, Chloe Sinclair watched Nina Sinclair and sneered to herself.
"Dad, if there's nothing else, Nina and I will head upstairs."
Joseph Shaw knew he had no say in his own home, so he tried to defuse the situation.
