Can We Talk?

Initially, Rutherford had been happy to hear that his child had come to meet him.

However, the joy on his face faded when he gazed upon the turmoil written over hers.

Today was her birthday yet she appeared to be troubled by something which made the doting father narrow his eyes.

'Who made her sad on her special day?' He growled in anger, deciding that he would have to ask his Butler to investigate after she left the room later.

Fortunately for him, he would not have to wait for long as his child had come here with the purpose of revealing the cause of her troubles to her father.

"Papa, can we talk?" Yvonne inquired while glancing at the desk filled with thick files laid on it.

Turning her eyes back to the man who had come to greet her, she saw him nod.

"Can we have snacks while we talk?" He questioned, implying that he was willing to talk right now.