C88 A fight

Dad arched his brows, his anger bubbling over as he suddenly lunged toward Ezekiel, grabbing his collar. Shocked, I froze for a moment before rushing forward.

"Dad!" I cried out, gripping his hand, trying to loosen his hold. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Robert, please calm down," Ezekiel said firmly, his tone controlled, though his gaze darkened.

But Dad wasn’t listening