Chapter 18. Mr Philips and his daughters

The wind blew out from all its panes. Mr Philip was standing by the window glimpsing as time passed through the dark sky.

"Dad, it's already a few minutes past 6 pm and I don't think Mark will still show up," Lilith whimpered. She was dying of hunger already.

At the sound of her voice, Mr Philip moved to the couch on which he was previously seated, crossed his legs thoughtful.

"We should hold on a little, I'm sure he will be here soon, maybe he's held in traffic" Liliana suggested and Lilith rolled her eyes wearily.

"I think Liliana is right, we should hold on a little and if he's not here in 20 minutes then we will start without him" He ruthlessly grinned his teeth.

"20mins?… I'm going to die of hunger" Lilith's shoulders slumped helplessly. Her stomach had started grumbling. "You won't die," said Liliana and Lilith wanted to press her neck. Yet she simply ignored her.