บท 83: CHAPTER 83: Is She the Daughter of a Financial Tycoon?

Ella

As my father, Kingston, calls for the driver to get the car ready, his voice is calm. It's the kind of calm that makes me more anxious because I know underneath it, there might be a big storm brewing.

The driver respectfully opens the door of the black sedan parked at the edge of the compound. As my parents and I get into the car, my mind races ahead, trying to predict what could go wrong.

I turn to my dad, my voice softer than I intend. "Where are we going?"

He doesn't look at me right away, his gaze fixed on the view outside the tinted windows. "We're going to George's house."

My stomach drops at his words. "Couldn't we meet them somewhere... neutral?" I ask. "A public place maybe?"

The last thing I want is to step foot in that house again. Memories of late nights, whispered conversations, and broken promises threaten to overwhelm me, but I shove them aside. I don't want to go back to George's house again.