Madam Clarissa

Kingston’s POV

My father sat quietly behind his desk with a newspaper in his hand. He focused on it like he hadn’t summoned me to his office that morning. I waited on him quietly. When he was down taking in all he wanted from the newspaper, he folded it back on his desk. “What’s going on with your daughter?”

Mother; I knew she was more interested in my life than I was but I never knew she was going to report me to my father. I leaned back on my chair, “You know the sort of son you have, dad. I am not someone who is going to abandon his biological daughter just because I don’t want to have a relationship with her mother.”

He nodded, “I trust you, son. What are we going to do about your mother?”

I laughed. She had really put my father in a tight position. He hardly says no to her. I was sure she had instructed him to make sure I listen to him, probably; she wanted him to command me to take Nelly back.

“We just have to let her see she is wrong? I want her to know that she doesn’t