Viktor
Milana quickly wipes her tears as she sees me and then her eyes widen in horror and she begins to stammer. “Y..you're back.” She stutters and I just shrug my shoulders lightly.
Obviously. I didn't mean to listen to her conversation, but my legs refused to move either when she was talking and it appeared like she had problems with her mother. Well, that shouldn't be my concern. She should sort out whatever problems that she has.
“You can go to your room. Good night.” I dismiss her with a single wave of my hands. Milana opens her mouth to speak, but she closes her mouth again. She looks confused and I know that she's trying to tell me something.
“Milana,” I call, my tone neutral and she abruptly turns to face me.
“Sir, do you need anything.” I inhale slowly, pushing my hand into my left pocket. I don't need anything from her except her taking care of my daughter, but it seems like she requires something and is currently contemplating whether she should ask or not.
