His Influence on her

Yvonne found herself silent, unable to tell him she wanted to leave.

Satisfied at the fear in her eyes, he said authoritatively. “Your mother claimed you wish to meet here first before we head home, now let's go.”

Maria glanced at her daughter, ready for an argument between the two but it never happened. As soon as Andrew turned around to exit the building, Yvonne followed behind like a robot.

In less than 20 minutes, they had driven into the family estate Yvonne had strictly claimed she wouldn't visit.

Yvonne’s heart pounded in her chest, her palms clammy as she followed her father into the grand dining room, the familiar, suffocating silence settling in as soon as they sat. Her eyes darted across the room, taking in the opulence of the space she once knew so well. Every inch was pristine, cold, and calculated—just like him.

She had come across her picture still hung at the family momento spots in the living room and other medals she had won growing up and impressing her father.

And