85|Good Couple

Niccolo asked Father to breathe regularly, and he complied. Once he was better, I gave him a glass of water. Father took a sip and then handed the glass back to me. Niccolo helped him by lightly massaging his forehead.

I turned to Farrell, who had caused this to happen. What a stupid man! Couldn't he just shut his mouth and obey everything his grandpa says!? What was the harm in answering him nicely? Father's blood pressure wouldn't have risen if he had obeyed him.

"Thank you, Niccolo. I'm fine. Sit down, Camari." He smiled at me.

I complied by sitting back at Otis's side. I could feel Eleanor, Farrell, and Bella staring at me intently. Seriously. They weren't trying to help but were angry at me for helping Father.

"Don't worry. I'll teach my son and daughter-in-law well,” Eleanor said. “Farrell will respect Camari and Otis, while Bella will talk to Thompson's publicist to help maintain Camari's reputation.”

Father nodded. He turned to Dad. "You'll be returning on my plane. So, you don