CHAPTER 22

Hillary Pov

When we got to his parents' place, I almost started to drool. They had a large number of servants and a large house. It was as though I was in a palace.

The housekeeper met us right away and led us to the dining room. We walked inside a large room that had a large dinner table laden with cutlery. A few individuals were already seated and glanced at us.

"Rodrigo, thanks for coming along." I turned to face the voice, and there she was, a stunning middle-aged woman holding on to an elderly man. These seem to be Rodrigo's parents.

Rodrigo just nodded and didn't utter a word. “Aren't you going to greet them?” I whispered. “No.” He whispered back.

More and more people kept on entering the room, and I was astonished at how big Rodrigo's family was. Rodrigo cleared his throat and stood up from his chair.

He held out his hand, and I took it. “I'd like to make a formal introduction. “Father, this is my wife, Hillary Sango. Hillary, this is my father.”

“Hello, Mr and Mrs Sango.” I