Chapter 42 - Hardin
Hardin
If I was right, I had exchanged barely six or seven words with Dad ever since the incidence at the dinning room. Maybe once when I had answered 'yes' to all of the advice that he was feeding me with, and some forced 'good mornings' to him. The only reason I still stayed back at the mansion and had not moved to the cottage where I always found comfort was because Dad had intentionally added much more duties to me, which at the end of the day will not only be exhausting, but will be so late that I won't be able to leave the mansion anymore.
Whenever Camila had the opportunity to talk to me, she came up with the thing of how everything Dad was doing was solely for my care and growth, and how I was just misunderstanding him.
I never answered any of the things sh
