Victor's POV
My heart was pounding. All I wanted was to leave Nora's house, but she kept saying things that made it harder to do so, prolonging our discussions.
Anderson, on the other hand, wasn’t helping matters. I didn’t understand why he wanted to dictate how I treated Nora.
“If you’re not ready to let her hide behind your shield, then speak up! I would gladly allow someone else to take that position rather than let you compare my son to her!” I continued yelling at Anderson, since that was how he preferred to be addressed.
Anderson was still giving his flimsy excuses when I heard Nora’s footsteps. She was already standing at the door. I had been so engrossed in my conversation with Anderson that I hadn’t notice her arrival.
“What's wrong? Is everything okay?” Nora’s smile and word
