Clyver’s POV
My phone keeps ringing but I choose to ignore it. I continue slicing the strawberry that I freshly brought for Pearl since she’s craving for this after she got out of the hospital yesterday.
“Cly, your phone’s ringing. Probably your father again,” she lamely answers. I glance at her and notice that she rolls her eyes. My face crumples a little. I and my father are not in good terms—and I don’t think we will ever be—but it’s not okay for me if someone disrespects them. I have the reason to feel indifferent towards him because of how he treats me, but you, you do not know my father so what’s with the eye roll.
“Don’t do that again,” I calmly say as I put the sliced strawberry in the glass. I go to the fridge to pull out a box of milk and pour it into her glass.
“Do what?”
