CHAPTER 89
MIGUEL
It was done now, I finally ended the way Mr. Smith saw me as someone who had gone after her daughter for money. I felt horrible standing up for my dignity using the same tool he used to belittle me...MONEY. But-- it was the best retort for those who placed money on the altar to worship.
I was so angry, I thought I couldn’t hold my temper. The hell– I also have a foul temper, who didn’t have any? I was beyond fuming earlier but Mr. Teodore Smith was Friya’s father and he was old, even if his mouth was so foul and nasty.
Goodness, it was okay for men my age to be lewd and loud but for someone his age? I wished he had been more refined while addressing his daughter. If I didn’t hold both my ashen knuckles together, I might have punched the old man.
My mother would prob
