He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was
His voice climbed.
“I’m Felix’s father!”
“You are,” I agreed.
“And you’ll have every lawful opportunity to be one, in front of a judge, on the record.
What you will not do is hold our son up in front of you like a shield to hide the fraud behind.
Those are two separate matters, and I intend to keep them separate.”
Chapter 13 — No Favoritism
My father stood up from the rocking chair, still holding Felix, and Rowan straightened on instinct, the way a junior man does when the chairman rises.