Clara looked at Dylan in surprise. "Your father?"
"That's what I just said, Clara."
"Wants to see me?"she asked again.
"What is wrong? Why do you look as if you want to hyperventilate?
"Oh? Is that how I look?" Clara asked, looking curious.
Dylan didn't reply to that but focused his attention on breakfast. He made the tea himself and started with the bacon. Clara watched him eat for a while and then took her eyes away when he looked back at her.
"Was this his idea?" Clara wanted to know.
"I don't think for my father, Clara. He is still able to know what he wants."
"I see." Clara said.
Jones excused them and went out to sit in the car. Jones kept his hands on the steering wheel and drummed his fingers against it out of boredom. One of the maids came out and winked at him. He just s
