CHAPTER 33

Upon being summoned by the man himself the following morning, Helen found herself staring back at the mirror rehearsing exactly what she was going to say to her father. Telling the truth was not an option and although she had grown to hate Timothy, she didn't hate him enough to send him to an early grave or rather that thought had not crossed her mind just yet. She stealthily walked out of her room straight into the old man's where she took a deep breath before entering, finding him staring out the window her eyes darting all over his back

"Father, you called." she said just as he turned, and the look in his eyes scared the daylight out of her

"Who is the father?" That was it. Exactly what she had expected, no beating around the bush

"Father i can explain..."