Chapter 135

• (Edward Harrington's POV)
• I heard the ring of the phone from James's room and approached. It was Clara's phone, flashing on the nightstand, as she and James were singing blissfully in the bathroom. I made my way towards it and answered it. Oliver Whitfield's name appeared on the screen, and my eyebrows knitted in a fraction of a second.
• He was already engaged, and still bothering my wife. I was angry. I cared not for manners; I pressed the answer button without hesitation.