“Chelly’s POV”
I didn’t bother to know why he was here. All I wanted to know was how did he get inside of here? Didn’t Ace warn the guards? What kind of security was this?
Even though the questions kept itching to come out, I couldn’t dare to ask any, as I had an untold amount of respect for the man standing at the door. Whom I once addressed as my father.
“I am sorry, Chelly,” breaking the silence, he spoke in a grieved voice.
I didn’t know why he was still here. What was the reason behind all of his apologies?
“Why are you here? How you entered inside? Didn’t I tell you to go and confess your crimes to the police?” I was afraid, I might feel sympathy for him and end up forgiving. All those feelings combined resulting it to come out as anger.
“I went there and even made my confes
