Chapter 52

Ashers POV

I stared at Arabella, her eyes red from crying.

“ Are you okay?” I asked, but she didn’t say a word, she looked right through me, as if I wasn’t even there, just tried muttering something I could barely hear but she stopped staring at my father and ran upstairs.

I turned to look at my father, who had been watching Arabella the whole time. He looked away from the door, his expression unreadable.

"Follow me," he said, his voice low and firm. There was no room for argument.

Reluctantly, I followed him to my study. I knew what he wanted, but right now my mind was occupied with thoughts of Arabella, why was she like this?, it felt like each time I leave her she ends up in a state I couldn't explain.

Inside the study, my father walked over to the large chair behind my desk and sat down, swirling the chair backward, his back facing me.

"Hand it over," he said without turning around.

I stared at him for a long moment. I felt so disgusted by the mere fact that he was my father. I