Chapter 93: Freedom III.

“Hi, I understand you’re Bridget.”

My father’s voice is as warm as an indoor fire. Bridget’s voice is cold as ice from the shock as she nods and responds, “Yes, that’s…. That’s me. It’s an honor to meet you Mr Elcot. I’ve heard so much about you.”

My father smiles warmly at her and the sound of whirring distracts all three of us for a while. My father’s wheelchair rolls of its own accord to the entrance of the mansion and stops there. I help him over and he sits.

He has to exercise his legs, and they’re strong enough for a thirty minute walk, but he’s still chairbound. I’ll have to speak to his doctor on that.

“I’ll leave you two to speak in private. I think your friend had a lot of questions, Antonia. I’ll be at the table.”

I smile thankfully at my father and turn to find the look of shock in Bridget’s eyes has deepend. My father’s chair wheels him away, and the minute he’s far enough Bridget descends on me with questions.

“That was Damien Elcot, wasn’t it? THE Damien Elcot?”

I nod a