An Unreasonable Request

[Anton's P.O.V.]

I rushed home as fast as I could only to find my father leisurely sitting on the sofa and drinking tea. He didn't look like he was troubled at all.

Olly stood straight on the side, his expression unmoving. He only bowed to me when he saw me.

Was he just trying to trick me into coming home?

When I thought of this possibility, I didn't look kindly at my father. "If you have something to say, say it."

Instead of jumping up and immediately talking to me like usual, he indifferently gestured to the sofa opposite him. "Sit down and let's talk slowly."

This was too unusual.

But I didn't have the patience to talk to him. I wanted to get back to my mate as soon as possible, so I stood still and coldly said, "I don't have time to waste with you. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, I'm leaving."