Chapter 29 Confusion

Amara Valderrama POV

“Steven, will you not congratulate us? Amara is soon to deliver you a healthy grandson.” There's a sarcastic bite to Manfred’s tone as he strokes his hand proudly over my bump, and my father says nothing, just glances at the crowd surrounding us, looking overwhelmed.

“Amara, it's been a while since I saw you.” He manages to pull himself back together and pastes on a smile, “Perhaps you and I could talk in private.”

Manfred places himself in front of me, protectively. “I’d like a word with you myself, first,” he tells him.

“Very well.” My father nods his head, and when Manfred turns around to face me, the pure rage on his face makes me even more anxious. “I’ll make this right,” he promises, kissing my forehead before he steps towards my father and stands down his guard. “Follow me. I have somewhere private we can talk.”

I hear him utter to my father as he passes him, not looking back to check if he follows as he marches back through to the hall. My father shak