Andrew’s pov
He laughed.
My father actually laughed at the question that Freya asked him.
He laughed. When someone laughs, something in the room should relax.
But that is not what happened; instead, we all tensed up even more.
She questioned him; no one questions my father and lives to tell the tale.
I took Freya’s hand and readied myself for anything.
If he makes a move, then I will need to protect her; I can’t win against him.
But I can buy her time, just enough time for my father to calm down.
“Well, you see, Freya, I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought that he needed some kind of discipline,” Father answered her.
Freya nodded at this and then took a bite of her food.
She looked up and then seemed confused.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you people eating?”
