Carlos Sainz Sr. had finally decided it was time for you to meet his son, Carlos Jr. You knew it would be tense, but nothing could prepare you for the cold reception.

The three of you were sitting at the dining table in Carlos Sr.'s house, the atmosphere thick with unease.

He barely looked at you, his discomfort with the situation clear—his father’s girlfriend was too young, even by his means. It was obvious that this fact alone made him uneasy. His arms were crossed and his expression was hardened with disapproval.

When his father stepped into the kitchen, Carlos Jr. seized the opportunity.

"Why are you here?” he asked coldly, his dark eyes piercing through you, filled with distrust.