Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 440

Thankfully, Emma had come prepared with small gifts of her own, one for everyone at the wellness center.

As Emma was called in for her acupuncture session, Mr. Robert wished her a loud goodbye. Dressed in a festive red suit and carrying an empty red sack, he looked like a department store Santa on his way home. He even paused to wish Sebastian a Merry Christmas before heading out.

Emma watched him go, feeling like something was missing. Then she realized—the gentleman who always accompanied Mr. Robert wasn't with him today. *He must be off for the holiday,* she mused.

Usually, the street outside the center was packed with cars, a testament to its constant stream of clients. But today, being Christmas, the crowd had thinned, and only a few vehicles were scattered along the curb.

Robert walked over to one of them and got into the passenger seat.

The man in the driver's seat stared straight ahead, his expression as cold as the winter air, not even flinching as Robert settled in.

Robert chuckled. "I saw her arrive with her boyfriend. Handsome kid. Seems like a good guy, very attentive to her. You don't stand a chance."

A dark flush crept up the driver's neck.

"Angry?" Robert laughed. "Anger won't do you any good."

The man’s jaw tightened. "You find this amusing?"

"What do I have to be amused about?" Robert let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "As my son, have you ever given me a single thing to be proud of?"

"And as a father, what have *you* ever done?" the younger man shot back, his voice thick with resentment.

"Oh, I've done plenty," Robert said with a grim smile. "I gave you my genes. All those things you used to curse me for? You can go ahead and curse yourself for them now."

His son was stunned into silence.

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