BLAIR’S POV
I try to pull my hand away, but Blaise tightens his grip, refusing to let go.
“Why does that matter?” He demands, his cold gaze fixed on Regina. “You came along to marry Dad with two kids. How dare you sit there and judge Blair?”
“Can this quarrel end already?” Mr. Sullivan sighs, rubbing his forehead. He shoots a look at his wife, who’s fuming more by the second, looking like something straight out of an evil cartoon. “I trust Blaise enough to make the right choice. And Miss Turner’s daughter? She’s a good addition to my son’s life.” He smiles at me. “Honestly, I’m rather glad Blaise likes her.”
“What about Claudia?” Regina presses. “You already promised her family…”
“Promises can be unmade,” he interrupts. “I asked my son for a wife, and he brought me one. That is the en
