Declan received his father's call when he was winding up and went into his cabin.
Gerald was serious as usual. The stiffness in his posture and his scorching gaze indicated that he was enraged.
Declan paused for a split second at the door, pondering what had caused his father such distress this time. The good news had arrived early in the morning. Shouldn't he be overjoyed?
He drew the chair out slightly to sit when he heard him snarl, "How come you are so calm? Didn't you hear about Tina's miscarriage? Both Sean and Tina are blaming you. And your mother…" He fisted tight as he remembered what Caroline had said in the morning.
Declan pushed the chair away and snapped, "She is not my mother."
