Sebastian looked at her with an unsettling calmness. “No, I'm not stalking you. My instinct told me you'd be here, and I came because it seems like the only chance to talk to you properly.”
Amelia glared at him. “We have nothing to talk about. Leave now.”
He shook his head, defiant. “No, we’ve got a lot to discuss, Amelia. Our renewed relationship and our child—”
“Shut up! You’re insane. Get out!” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger.
Sebastian took a step forward, but Dutch stood up, his voice booming. “You have the guts to come here again, you twerp? My daughter wants nothing to do with you. Leave my house now, or I’ll have you thrown in jail.”
Sebastian stared back boldly, unflinching. “I’m not afraid of your threats, Mr. Kristeen. I just want to talk to my wife and see my son
