Arthur’s P.O.V.
“You shouldn’t have thrown her under the bus like this, Arthur. They will chew her to the last fibre of her body.” Dad spoke indifferently.
I didn’t stop typing and just hummed in response.
“What are you planning?” Dad asked me again after a few seconds.
His voice still had the same indifference that he always had, but this was the first time that he showed an interest in the woman associated with me.
“What is it, Dad? Why is this sudden interest in her?” I asked him calmly, tilting my head a little.
He leaned back on his chair lazily, still no change in his expression.
“You tell. It’s just a few days after that kidnapping, and you practically screamed to the pack that she has your protection,” Dad asked instead of answering me.
“Because she earned that,” I answered
