Chapter 150

Chase’s POV

“Don’t ever think of that.” My dad’s voice boomed over the phone. “I’m young and still strong.” He boasted.

I’d chipped in the possibility of him taking a break from his numerous businesses and just resting.

“Why are you so anti-rest?” I asked.

Me and the old man were only beginning to really get along.

We were still fixing all the cracks in our relationship, carefully skipping over the lost pieces.

“It’s just not the time.” He groaned. We were on a video call. I saw his face squeezed every single time he had to lift his shot hand. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to make up to a lot of people.” He said.

“You can’t do that if you’re dead.” I reminded him.

“You sound just like your mother.” He smiled, and looked lost for a while, snapping back only when the glass mug I mistakenly knocked off made a loud crashing noise.

“Linda’s great too.” I said. “She’s a good woman.” I chipped.

“She is.” He agreed. Every morning