Chapter 27: Remorse and Resentment

I took a side peek at Mr. Clinton to see his reaction; our eyes locked for a brief second before we looked away. His face was emotionless, while his gaze returned to the screen.

"Wh..what?" My father finally responded, his eyes narrowing in confusion after processing what I said. "You had your first kiss? Then how should that make him upset, or perhaps you're trying to distract me from the main issue?"

Mr. Clinton and I exchanged glances, his jaw tensed but loosening up a bit. "It has nothing to do with her. Don't mind her. She is just joking. There was bad news from the hospital this morning."

My lips pursed, realizing the reason why his face was so grim this morning. But I still couldn't believe that was the only reason. "Is it that bad?" My father asked, his eyes suddenly flashing with concern.

Mr. Clinton shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. "There's nothing I can't handle."

"Including me?" I raised one eyebrow at him, ambiguously hinting at our tussle yesterday.

He let out a sharp