Chapter # 7

ELIANA’S POV:-

When I was eighteen, we shifted away from the city.

From our opulent apartment to a more posh, secluded area because my Father wanted us to live in a mansion.

And here we were, shifting into an enormous mansion and me being clumsy, I broke the vase he got from China.

“Come on, let’s treat that,” Mama sighed, helping me to stand and not deepen my wound.

“God, when will you stop causing troubles, girl? You won't have your pocket money for this month so you know how to be careful next time,” Papa scolded, holding his head in frustration.

He was already exhausted because of shifting and I pissed him off more.

“Come on, Papa,” I whined but he shot a glare in my direction.

“Shut up,”

But then ended up sighing, holding his sides, he started searching for someone to treat my wound.

“Now where is the first aid box?!”

Seeing him this distressed almost made me chuckle. Ah, he was growing old, his patience level was dropping by each passing second.

“Let’s take you inside,” Mama sm