#Chapter 191 Dinner with My Father

Tessa’s POV

As my father’s name flashed across my phone screen, my entire body stilled. Joseph was watching me with a frown on his face.

“Are you going to answer it?” He asked, furrowing his brows together as he studied me.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and swiped the green “talk” button.

“Hello,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm.

“Tessa?” My father’s voice was gruff like he had just woken up. “Hey.”

“What do you want, Dad?” I found myself asking; my voice came out more bitter than I wanted.

But I was hurt, and he had to have known that. He hung up on me when I asked a very important question. He was too much of a coward to answer me, so he ran away.

“I deserved that,” he murmured, and I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it. “I wanted to talk to you. Do you think we can meet somewhere for dinner tonight? We can meet midway between here and there. I think there are some things we need to talk about.”

My heart felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my ches