Who is he?

Grace's POV

We stepped down from the limousine only to stand in front of a restaurant. Father had picked the place we would meet. It was an expensive restaurant, and it looked like the man had gotten wealthy while he was away.

Davis pulled me gently by the waist, leading me into the restaurant. I breathed in and out before finally making my way into the restaurant. There, I asked for my father and we were taken to his table. When I saw him, I narrowed my eyes on him. He looked different from the man who left us years back.

His eyes were fixed on me also, as he watched me move closer to him. He didn't act like he missed me, my heart tightened in my chest. Maybe somewhere deep down, I was expecting him to run to me with open arms for an embrace. I was expecting a wide smile or maybe a tear, saying he misses me but the very moment we got in front of him, he said,

“Sit”

He hasn't changed, and he won't. A poor rat that has pride that could choke someone. I rolled my eyes before sitting