Ambrose POV
I left the room and headed towards my room where Jeremiah was waiting for me.
I opened the door and took a seat inside on the coach while holding the letter in my hand which I had just received from my dad.
Jeremiah stood in front of me while lowering his head because we knew whatever was in that letter was not good news.
"When did it arrive???," I questioned him.
"In the morning sir," he said with a soft voice still lowering his head.
"Why didn't you tell me about this letter Jeremiah???," I asked him without removing my gaze from the letter.
"You were gonna get that girl today and I didn't want to spoil your mood so that is the reason why I didn't tell you anything regarding it," he said.
"When will I be able to get rid of him? Jeremiah, I shouldn't say those things
