To say that Emilia was pissed was an understatement. Her gaze fell on the man sitting there looking at her with glee. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to get violent with someone. Gerald was like a leech, attaching himself to her and trying to suck the life out of her. She took a calming breath and asked him, “What do you want, Gerald?” She was surprised that her voice sounded that calm because only heaven knew the conundrum of emotions that was churning in the pits of her stomach.
“Is that the way to greet your father?” Gerald asked, his voice still gruff as all those years.
“You were never a father to me,” Emilia replied with a shrug of her good shoulder. “You have to get rid of that notion once and for all.”
“Disrespectful,” Gerald ticked his tongue. “Where is that supe
