Ethan’s POV
I knew something was wrong the moment my father called me himself.
Richard Wolfe never called without a reason.
Especially not early in the morning.
I stared at the screen briefly before answering.
“You should come to the house tonight,” he said calmly.
No greetings,
Just that same controlled voice that always sounded like a decision had already been made before anyone else entered the conversation.
“I’m busy,” I replied.
“This is important.”
Then the line went silent for a second before he added quietly,
“And do not keep me waiting.”
My grip tightened around the phone immediately.
But before I could respond, the call ended.
I stayed still for a moment, the phone still pressed against my ear even though the line was already dead.
That was how my father operated.
