‘She won the jade ring, fair and square,’ Micah said. ‘And since when did it become our family heirloom? You bought the ring at an auction.’
‘I intended to pass it down to you, then to my grandkids. That makes it an heirloom!’ Morton shouted. ‘I have to get it back from her.’
‘And you think besmirching her name in public is going to do that for you? Come on, Dad.’
‘I offered her money. She refused to take it. Since she won’t respond to the soft touch, let’s see how she likes it when I go hard.’
‘I’m still negotiating with her. It’s just going to take some time.’ Micah felt a familiar sensation of throbbing behind his temples.
Lately, talking to his father felt like talking to a wall.
All it achieved was giving Micah a headache.
‘Time for what? For her to toy with you
