Chapter 4

"That's enough, Chantelle. You've let me down." Brows furrowed, Andrew addressed Chantelle with a stern tone, "I turned a blind eye to your behavior last time, but you nearly hurt your little brother this time around.

"I'll cut off your allowance for now as a lesson. Please reflect on your actions!"

Chantelle's face paled when she heard Andrew's words, as though her world had collapsed.

I watched her, amused.

Andrew had indeed pampered his daughter for 20 years—he didn't even blame her, even when I nearly suffered a miscarriage at her hands.

He made his bodyguards lead Chantelle away. He held me and asked, "Will you blame me if all I did was cut off Chantelle's allowance?"

I shook my head. "Of course not. Chantelle is still a kid. Cutting off her allowance is enough punishment."

My answer took him by surprise. "Don't you feel unfair? She nearly made you miscarry by shoving you."

I placed his slender and bony hands on my belly. "Just like I said, Chantelle is just a kid, just