Andrew's POV
"Dad?" I said as I looked at that man on the couch. He was pale and thin, but I knew it was him. He was alive and here in my house. I quickly walked over and kneeled in front of him.
"Dad, it is you" I whispered as he opened his eyes. He looked down at me, and a small smile escaped his lips.
"Hello, son. I missed you" he replied. I took his hand in mine, my heart was breaking for him. Where had he been all these years? I looked at the lady in front of him.
"Who are you?" I asked. She was next to him, stroking his hair.
"I am Holly, Frederick's wife. I found your father in a dungeon. They were using him as blood bag and I rescued him"
"How did you find him?" I asked, curious and concerned. She didn't look at me for a moment, trying to decide if
