Chapter 200

Adrian's POV

Harold asked for some time from me to take out the information.

I was in a terrible mood right now. I had no idea Lynda had to bear so many consequences for helping me in my escape.

I was already feeling a burden because of how she helped me, but hearing that those men had beaten her made my heart even heavier.

"Adrian."

I heard my father. I looked at him.

"Come with me."

After saying that, he walked to the staircase. I cast a glance at Lynda, who had lowered her head. Then my gaze shifted to my mother. She appeared distressed. I suspected she was upset for Lynda.

I let out a sigh and followed my father.

He went upstairs and entered his bedroom. I walked into the room behind him.

"Close the door," he told me.

I shut the door behind me. He motioned with his hand to the couch near the bed.

"Sit."

I sat down, observing his intention to call me here.

I noticed him walking towards the closet. He took out a bottle of wine and walked toward the couch.

He sat across from me and