Winter’s POV
Flashback to the last time she was at her father's house.
Staring outside the window I began to ponder on the recent events that happened. Father had refused to speak to me for two days now; he would avoid eye contact with me and act as if I was invisible.
Emotions surged through me and I tried to juggle them. Fear, pain, insecurity, tension, hatred and the likes. If the inheritance fell into Mel’s hands I would lose Mother’s stuff, she treasured this house like her own life and we created the most beautiful memories ever in it and it contains special antiques that were worth fortunes.
Father also owned several other valuable land and treasures, Mel would only squander them to suit her lavish lifestyle and it was obvious she didn’t care about me either. I sighed; accepting
