Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 96: The Butler’s Secret — Part II
Karl

Abby’s face is a picture of complete and utter betrayal as she looks at me from across the metallic

countertop.

“Why are you really here, Karl?” she hisses, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “What else could you

possibly want from me?”

For a moment, I almost consider telling her that there’s nothing else, that I just wanted to apologize. But

then there’s my wolf in the back of my mind, always the more logical one, pushing me to be truthful.

She deserves to know the truth, the whole truth behind what happened. Not just what happened over

the past week, but what happened three years ago.

“Alright,” I murmur, nodding. “Let me tell you…”

…

A week ago, Gerald stood in front of my desk, his face like stone. “If you’re planning to fire Gianna,

then I’m afraid you’ll be losing more than just a secretary,” he states flatly, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll

have no option but to resign as well.”

I sighed, passing a hand over my weary face. “Gerald, I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss this with you,” I

said. “My reasons for the decisions I make are mine and mine alone.”

Gerald stood rigidly, a wax figure in his impeccable butler attire, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

“Very well then,” he said. “But my point stands: if you fire Gianna, then I must resign as well.”

His words still confused me. “Why, Gerald? You’ve seen people come and go in this house for years,

and you’ve never even batted an eye. What’s so special about my secretary?”

Gerald paused. “We’re… friends, sir. I can’t in good conscience remain here if she’s fired unjustly.:

His voice, usually controlled and even, wavered ever so slightly. I scrutinized him closely, the age lines

on his face more pronounced than ever.

“But Gerald,” I repeated, “you’ve seen dozens of employees be let go or quit over the years. This isn’t

like you. Are you romantically involved with her?”

before I could weigh them, hanging grotesquely in the air. He was far too

went ashen, his eyes

s, no, sir. That’s not it at

known you for decades. You’re not

or

world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very well, sir. Gianna

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

shut my eyes wearily for a moment. “Why now, Gerald?

my daughter five years ago, sir. By that time, she was already

cause a disruption, so we kept

raced, stumbling through a maze of confessions and

juxtaposed it against the deplorable conduct of

Gerald. But you must understand that this is a lot to

didn’t expect you

me some time to think about

“Absolutely.”

exited the room, leaving me alone with the weight of

was the illegitimate daughter

I sat there, my mind wandered back to the night before, when

just the exact time that Gianna had confessed her love and

on, especially not with

Was it possible…?

…

passed since Gerald’s earth-shattering revelation, but I had had several of

I was prepared to drop them

leather bound

reveal my discoveries and see how it all

then that I saw it: they really did look like father and daughter.

before, but now it was

nose, the

you for coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from

confusion on their faces,

yet, all the while, I had been

sitting on my desk, and

read what is

then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed to

she opened the folder. Her eyes widened,

this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising

see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,”

be sending such

think I would never exercise my right

blood draining away like

amning—countless emails from Abby,