Cyra was frozen, hearing her father's question. Where was Ethan? Now how could she tell him where was he and in what state he was now? And because of whom?
“Ethan?” Her mother uttered, befuddled. Cyra gulped down her saliva before finally parting her mouth to answer.
“He is my friend and he…he was supposed to come here today to meet, dad. I told dad about him, last night,” she answered, trying her best to sound as convincing as possible.
Her mother's brows thinned in confusion.
“Why?” Cyra heard her mother asking her, and that same question could be seen on her father's face too. Last night, Cyra told her father that she had invited her friend, Ethan, to come here to meet him, but she didn't tell her father the reason for his arrival at that moment.
Running her mind as fast as she cou
