CHAPTER 109
FRIYA
Yesterday, I had head-to-head with the formidable George Theodore Smith—my dad.
The old man made me let out an emotion so raw, I never knew it existed in my system. Up to now, remembering our heart-rending exchange of words, I felt an acid-like liquid bubble inside my stomach. I was galled at the audacity of his action. I might have appreciated his visit better if he came alone and not brought Franco with him.
I reached my limit needless to say.
I was afraid our father-and-daughter relationship would be hard to place back to where it used to be. I love my father but—he should never have pushed me to my bottom line.
On top of that, Dad's action created a crack in Miguel and I's relationship. Something I never wanted to go through with Miguel ever. I now have trust
