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?”

them, hanging grotesquely

face went ashen, his eyes

d s, no, sir. That’s

what is it, Gerald? I’ve known you for decades. You’re not a man prone

decisions or sudden

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

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

“Why now, Gerald? Why did you never mention

only discovered that she was my daughter five years

want to cause a

a maze of confessions and betrayals. I thought

steadfast loyalty, and juxtaposed

Gerald. But you must understand that this

you

some time to think about

“Absolutely.”

the room, leaving me alone with the

the illegitimate

there, my mind wandered back to the

exact time that Gianna had confessed her love and tried kissing me. I

my computer turned on, especially not with

Was it possible…?

…

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

prepared

found myself sitting at my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front

in,” I called out, prepared to reveal my

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

before, but now it was

the

the two chairs across from my

on their faces, they

yet, all the while, I had been doing my own detective

bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast my eyes on

to read what is

the desk. My heart almost seemed

folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a small

she asked, her eyes slowly

got a little suspicious about the other night,” I said, standing.

shouldn’t be sending

I would never exercise

blood draining away like water down a

from Abby, begging