BALQIS’S POV
“No, No. No fuckin No!!!!” I yelled angrily slapping my palm to the wall, Riot playing with his toy as usual.
My head has been ringing like I was standing beside a church hell all along.
I refused to believe that the man I saw as Isis’s father is the man I thought I’d never see again. I believed he was dead, or has left this country entirely, but turns out he was living at Bermuda mansion all these while?
My eyes darted to where my son was seated, I felt like crying because all these while, he’s been beside his own father but never met him!
I’d rushed to him earlier at the school, wanting to confirm if it was him, but he entered the car before I could near him.
No. I have to see him for myself!
“Mommy? Aren’t we eating dinner?” Riot finally brought me out of my trance a
