Facade of Love

Chapter 41 The Futility of Apologies

I did not want to beat Mouse’s side of the story I wanted to hear it straight from Idale

He looked at me, his striking eyebrows lifted ingether in worry. “What do you wound to hauns?”

I tell a lump in my throat as I looked at him Taking a shallow breaths, I asked, “Did you tell my dad that Manie is carrylogg your child? Are you two planning to get married?”

His eyebrows creased further, his pale hands interlaced. His voler wess heavy “I’m sorry, I didn’t anticipate this to happen ”

A wave at suppressed emotions singed within me I stared at him, each word heavy with a nation “So, your adult that your two are the teasut my dad ended up in the emergency room, right?”

He looked at me, his eyes filled with regret and fuelplessness.

This was probably the first time i had hit him since I met him I could not control the anger welling up with me. My eyes were bloodshot as I glared at bu, my voice lusarse with rage: “Why? Why did you do this? If you’re undrappy with ine, you could have taken it out on me! Why provolo a shland bluts, da you know the doctor said he only had three months to live? Just three months! But you tws have robbed hins of that Did he bother you that much!

The man in front of ne vemained silent. He did not argue, did not retaliate, and just let me vent. In traponse to my wwwsat lous, he simply said, “I’m mary”

Sorry?

not

What was the point

I did not say

going?” He grabbed my wrist, his

door I could not help but

serve no purpose

let my father’s death go unanswered. After leaving the maternity ward, I comforted my mother and escorted her back to the Scott Resklence. Ups my arrival at Scott Corporation, I

outside the conference ropin

relief and asked with urgency, “Have you taken care of everything for your dad?” I nodded. The investors from MG Wall

fill me in

years. But with the rise of video and digital media, It’s been on a downward trend. Last year, due to financial constraints, we went through a t–round financing,

“The shareholders from the Investment bank are all here. What’s the issue?” He hesitated,

a loss for words.

struggle, I said, “Uncle Marcus, just tell me. My dad’s not here anymore. I’ve never been involved with this project. and I’m not familiar with the situation. If I walk in there lind,

project plan. The plan pledged that within year post–funding, the company would lidt a tonover of ten million. Two

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