Matthews exhaled sharply, her patience wearing thin. "I don't have time for this." Without another word, she ended the call without giving Elinor's father the chance to finish.
Elinor's father froze, staring at Delores's cursed phone in disbelief. Unable to believe the audacity of Matthews to hang up on him when she was clearly in the wrong.
"That bitch—did she just hang up on me?" His face twisted in sheer rage, but Delores could see right through him. He wasn't just angry—he was embarrassed. And instead of dealing with it, he turned on his heel and shot off toward the city, disappearing in a blur.
Ace watched him go before stretching his arms with a lazy yawn and uttering, "Welp, that's enough drama for tonight. Let's go home."
He didn't bother commenting on Elinor's father or the mess they'd just witnessed—he was too damn tired to care.