Lauretta’s pov
“What the hell?” I cursed, coming face-to-face with the culprit. The guests who occupied the tables next to us were starting to stare but I couldn’t care less. It was a huge disrespect for Cassie to be under the same roof as me tonight.
He was an elderly man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, he smelled and looked rich, and I almost gasped at the sight of his wristwatch. I saw that clearly when he placed the glass of champagne back on the table.
But I was confused. How did Cassie get to know these people?
“Donald?” I heard my mom utter in disbelief. I turned to face her and saw her staring with wide eyes.
“You know him, mama?”
“He is meant to be the father of the cripple?” My mom responded. That was meant to be a whisper but the whole table heard that.
Donald took s
