Mr. And Mrs. Martinez

"Isn't she Pablo's daughter?" Katty asked, her sculpted brows knitted together in suspicion. Dante exhaled a sigh, keenly aware of his father's sharp gaze upon him.

"Yes," he answered, meeting his mother's eyes. They were in his room right now. He had brought them here to explain that whatever they saw was just an accident. Vincent had spilled the oil on the floor that led to it. However, his parents were more concerned about who they saw rather than what they saw.

"What is she doing here?" Tony demanded, vexed. Katty looked equally upset. Dante shifted his gaze to his dad.

"She is Vincent's babysitter," Dante revealed, leaving them reeling with shock and disbelief. They exchanged a confused glance with each other before fixing their incredulous gaze on him, as if questioning his insanity.

"Have you forgotten what she has done to you?" Katty asked, reminding him of the past.

"That girl ran away with her boyfriend. She has no character. And you want that characterless girl to rai