POV’s Tate
He just didn’t want the driver to hear the rest of our conversation.
We got out, walking into his house and into the kitchen.
“Why are you interrogating me about this?” I asked rather harshly.
“I just find it suspicious that you’ve only told grandfather about Philip. Not the rest of our family. Meanwhile, with Caleb, it was the opposite.”
“Don’t bring him up,” I snapped.
“You’ve been acting strange, Tate. I don’t blame you for ending it with him, after all, I know all about what happened with grandfather—“
“Stop,” I practically snarled. “For someone who dislikes the man so much, you’ve been acting an awful lot just like him.” The words left my mouth before I could think twice. “You’re f*****g obsessed with digging into business that isn’t yours. With knowing everythin
