"It's not too late," Roman clips, standing next to Charlie.
"Screw you. Screw all of you. You don't know what power is, what control is." He points at all of us.
"Baby?" Tara walks out of the hallway, concern written on her face as she makes her way toward us.
"You need to leave." I take a step forward, ready to throw my father out the door if I need to.
"What?" He stops, his eyes wide.
"Why?" Tara cries, draping herself across my father.
"You need to pack your things and leave the estate. I can't have you here anymore. You've done enough damage to the Blackwell name." I lower my head and glower at him. "Besides, I'm sure Charlie will feel uncomfortable having you under the same roof." Now, I'm just trying to piss him off. I'm past the point of caring.
"You will not kick me out to move that... that..." He stutters on his words, his tone becoming flustered as he points at Charlie.