บท 233: You Little!

Demyan 

Once everyone had calmed down we gathered in Dad's study with Pa firmly on his lap because every time he looked at me his lips would tremble before he would throw a huge fit again. Vasilisa managed to contain herself as she sat down next to me and EJ finally stopped giggling. 

Oksana sat by Dad's desk as she played solitaire on his laptop as if it was rocket science. 

"So where is Malia now?" Pa frowned as he held Dad's hand tightly. 

"She's here in London with me at a hotel," I explained. 

"And she forgave you?"

I nodded, "She has."

Pa hummed after I had told him the events that first transpired for Malia to find the letter and what had happened since. Dad had been rubbing his forehead, his jaw and his chin for what felt like forever as he stared at a corner of the room deep in thought. 

Pa constantly looked at him, as if expecting him to say something but he just remained quiet.