(Shania)
“Just know you are welcome here… I know you don't consider me your father, but. I'm willing to try,” Mr. George said calmly, and he invited me to his office when breakfast concluded. Not only that, but I still wanted an explanation from Christian why he was busy arranging my life without my full consent.
“Mr. Kingston, I appreciate your generosity, but I can't bother you by staying here… I'm a grown woman, I have my own apartment… it won't be fair for me to invade your family's privacy,” I told him in the most sincere way possible. Likewise, I appreciated whatever nice gesture he was trying to portray, but I had my life. Madeline must have convinced him otherwise, but I wasn't a kid anymore.
“You must hate me, Shania… since I married your mother I always…”
“I wouldn'
