You spoke well

Steffan took the dress from Justin, and asked him to arrange for a private ward.

The couple walked into this private ward, and Steffan began to swipe through his phone.

“Your father would be very mad,” Racheal said.

“He will.”

“You are defying him.”

“I am.”

She exhaled in frustration.

What did Steffan have on his father? What did Spencer Sherrod owe him? Why were both his parents scared of him in some way?

She understood he was wealthy, and with that kind of wealth came so much power.

But Spencer was not poor either, and he was the f*cking president. How come his son continued to defy him like this without any consequences?

She knew it could not be fatherly love that was making him not push back.

He had not cared about fatherly love when he pushed Skylar out in marriage, his favourite child.

“When you are ready, hit the red button, and you will be live.” Steffan said, handing his phone to her.

He walked to the door, and turned the lock.

She sighed, hesitating.

“Ra