Christof POV
I could tell she was terrified; she was petrified, yet she begged for this. I was attempting to be good, but she continued to push me away, causing me to become increasingly enraged. I didn't want to be harsh with her, but she was pushing me away, which irritated me, and I couldn't keep my anger in check.
I stood up and walked over to the door, which I slammed shut behind me, and then walked over to my dining table.
My maid had Hope in her arms, and I couldn't eat my breakfast since I was in a bad mood.
I held hope in my arms and I fed her the milk. She drank the entire bottle of milk because she was hungry.
"Hello Mr Nelson, good morning," Jared greeted me.
"It's not a nice morning for me, Jared; in fact, it's a dreadful morning for me. I'm not in a good mood today", Wh
