Arthur's POV
Their disappointed faces quickly changed to that of annoyance as I led Sierra to a couch. No, I didn't help her to take a seat. I sat instead, then I guided her to take a sit on my laps.
Sierra, quickly realizing what I was doing, tried to get up, but I held her waist, keeping her firm on my lap. Gently, I moved the strands of her hair away from her ears and leaned in.
“Stay,” was my only word to her.
She didn't relax, but she stopped struggling, and that was all I needed. “What is the meaning of this?” Dad asked, his tone filled with so much anger and resentment.
“She came to visit me, and now she is seated. I think it's best she joins this conversation, don't you think?” I said, a sly smile on my face.
“This is a family discussion, and she is not family,” Mum argued.
