Chapter 181

• RICHARD’S POV
• My tires screeched as I pulled up to my father’s house. I didn’t even bother to park straight. I was out of the car before the engine shut off, slamming the door so hard it echoed through the quiet neighborhood. My blood was boiling, my fists clenched so tight I could feel my nails digging into my palms.
• As I stormed through the front gate, I spotted Jonathan in the garden, lounging on a chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. I saw red. Without a second thought, I charged at him.