Claire's POV
I had nowhere to go. Joey was still at work. Unlike that evil capitalist and ruthless Alpha Lucius, she couldn't just skip going to the office.
After wandering the streets for hours with my suitcase dragging behind me, I finally returned to my mother's house. As soon as I stepped through the door, I spotted Ryan lounging comfortably on the sofa, casually eating dessert like he belonged there.
"Why are you here?" I said harshly.
Ryan immediately put down the plate of cake. "I... I came to see your mother and Betty." he stammered.
"Right. Because you're suddenly Father of the Year?" I snorted. "Mom and Betty don't need your concern. Get out!" I pointed at the door, my hand trembling slightly with anger.
"I'm still your father! You can't speak to me like that,
