CHAPTER 26
Clara's POV
I'm about to leave when I suddenly hear a familiar voice behind me.
“Good evening, Father,” Spencer spoke, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark trousers. He had a long black coat draped over his shoulders.
His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on me, they stayed for a moment.
I instantly broke eye contact.
Mr. Anthony's expression was unimpressed, his eyebrow raised in an arch. “Ah, Spencer. How lovely of you to join us. Even if you're more than an hour late.”
Spencer gave a light shrug, his expression blank. “Does it matter? I'm here.”
Mr. Anthony's eyes narrowed. “It matters, Spencer. You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
Spencer's gaze drifted away. “I had business.”
Mr. Anthony snorted. “Business? At this hour?”
“Yes, Father. Bu
