86. Call her

Christian.

A week later.

"Good morning, father. Do you need anything else before I go to work?"

I came down the stairs already dressed in my work suit, with my bags in my hands.

My father was sitting at the dining table, having the breakfast Ophelia had made for him.

"No, son. I'm grateful for life. There is nothing else I will want."

He shrugged and took a piece of fries into his mouth.

However, there was something odd about his mood that I couldn't figure out.

Was something disturbing him?

Well, unless I asked.

I checked the wrist watch on my hand. There was still some time for me to spare.

"Is everything okay with you father?"

I pulled a chair from the table and sat opposite him.

He placed his spoon on the table, wrapped his fingers under his chin and looked at me.

He looked at me for a while and didn't say anything, which made me arched a brow at him.

"Father!"

He is not going to look at me like that.

"You should go to work. We will talk when you come back."

I didn't insist o