Blake's pov

Silence filled the room as everybody processed the question.

"Leave us," my father ordered.

"What? You can ask us to leave. This is just getting good." Miranda said it gleefully.

I glared at her.

"Miranda now is not the time. Take your child and get the hell out of my office." My father yelled.

I resisted the urge to laugh, it would have been so funny if Miranda didn't look hurt by that statement.

Good serves her right.

Miranda grumbled but my father was not having any of it.

"Get the hell out!!!" He yelled again, startling them and making them rush out of the office.

When they...