Ezekiel kept his gaze on the road, gripping the wheel tightly.
"Kathrine, you’re overreacting," he said, his voice steady but firm.
"I didn’t say anything to hurt your ego."
Kathrine turned to him, her expression tense, as she unlocked the door.
"Ezekiel," she began, her voice clipped, "just go to work. I’m not in the mood to discuss this."
She stepped one foot out of the car, pausing only to add, "Isabella always makes my life hard. This isn’t new to me. You don’t know her the way I do."
Ezekiel arched his brow but didn’t respond. He knew pushing her further wouldn’t get them anywhere. He stayed silent, watching as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut with a thud.
He tightened his lips, his frustration mounting, but he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he sat there, hi
