4 Busted by Dad

Nola studied him carefully, and the more she looked, the more suspicious she became.

That handsome face had sharp, defined lines. Mature, composed, with a touch of stiffness and severity that made people instinctively wary of him. He clearly looked a lot like Calder.

When the man slowly opened his narrow black eyes, Nola’s eyes widened in terror.

“You, you... Ah!”

Who else could it be but the old bastard who had appeared in the Avery family’s living room a month ago?

Fear swallowed her in an instant. Nola was so overwhelmed that she could hardly speak. She clutched the blanket tightly, kicked her legs, and desperately scrambled backward.

She wanted this to be a dream.

A nightmare.

Everything would be fine once she woke up.

But the pain and discomfort in her body told her one thing again and again.

This was not a dream.

It was real.

The man who had spent the whole night with her was not her new husband.

It was her new husband’s father.

Oh God.

How could God play such a joke on her?

Nola wanted to die on the spot.

Calder sat up, revealing his lean, powerful upper body. His muscles were tight and sharply defined. Even in his forties, he still had the physique of a man in his twenties. Without that calm, stern face, no one would doubt it if he were mistaken for Soren.

“Stop screaming.”

Looking at the girl’s terrified face and hearing her sharp cries, Calder felt a dull ache at his temples.

In all the decades since he had taken over Rook Maritime Group, Calder had handled every difficult problem with ease.

Yet now, he found himself at a loss.

“You bastard... you bastard... you old bastard...”

Nola’s face was pale, as if all the blood had been drained from it. Her small body trembled with anger.

Her eyes reddened in an instant, and she could no longer hold back her tears.

One second, she looked like a wounded little animal. The next, she had turned into a furious little tiger. She grabbed a feather pillow and began hitting him with it while crying.

“You bastard, you bastard... you ruined me... Wuu... You bastard...”

In her eyes, Calder was the most hateful man in the world.

He had forced her sister to beg him. He had forced her to marry his son. And now, he had ruined her completely.

The pillow did not hurt when it struck him. Because he knew he was in the wrong, Calder did not stop her. He only kept his face tense and severe, allowing her to vent.

“You damned old bastard!”

“You’re even older than my dad, and you ruined my first time...”

“You heartless, rotten dog of a man...”

The more Nola thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Her blows grew harder and harder until the feather pillow burst open. Feathers and down flew everywhere, drifting through the room.

She threw away the ruined pillow and pounced on Calder, scratching and hitting him.

She left several bloody marks across his back, but still felt it was not enough. Finally, she lowered her head and bit hard into his shoulder.

“Hiss...”

Calder sucked in a breath from the pain, his sharp brows drawing together.

Never.

No one had ever dared behave so recklessly with him.

Nola was challenging his limits again and again.

“Let’s talk.”

Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Calder tried to persuade her to calm down so they could deal with the matter properly.

Nola’s teeth sank into his muscle, breaking the skin. The taste of blood spread into her mouth, but she still did not feel satisfied.

She wanted to tear him apart.

Even cutting him into pieces would not be enough.

Only after using up all her strength did Nola finally let go of him. She collapsed onto the bed, hugged the blanket around herself, and kept sobbing while cursing him as a bastard.

“What happened last night was my fault. I am sorry.”

Calder made his stance clear. He had been controlled by the drug at the time, and he had not wanted to hurt her. But what happened had already happened. The most urgent thing now was to solve the problem.

“Stop crying. I can compensate you.”

As a businessman, especially a predator standing at the top of the pyramid with power in his hands, Calder had always believed there was nothing money could not solve.

The word compensate shattered Nola all over again.

“Compensate me? With what? Money? Do you think having money makes you so great? Even if you give me all the money in the world, can it turn me back into who I was before?”

Nola hugged her knees. Big tears rolled down one after another. She looked helpless and pitiful, like an innocent little animal trapped in a hunter’s snare.

Calder’s heart, always cold and hard, softened under the force of her tears. Irritation flickered across his expression.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want... I want Meryl...”

Nola wanted Meryl.

She wanted Meryl right now.

Meryl would definitely stand up for her and get justice for her.

She noticed her clutch lying nearby, grabbed it, took out her phone, and called her sister.

In the wedding room, Meryl had found spare clothes and changed into them. She had just come out of the bathroom when Nola’s call came in.

The thought of Nola struck Meryl like lightning.

Oh no.

Last night, she had brought her sister to the wrong room. She had taken Nola to Room 710. That room belonged to a stranger.

Could her sister have...

Meryl’s heart pounded wildly. Her hand trembled as she answered the phone.

“Hello, Nola...”

“... Wuu... Someone hurt me... Wuu... Come quickly...”

Meryl went silent.

The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

She felt as if all the blood in her body had rushed backward. A chill wrapped around her, dragging her into an icy pit.

Nola had been hurt.

It was over.

It was all her fault.

When Meryl came back to herself, she hurriedly picked up the phone.

“Don’t be scared... I’m coming to you... Wait for me, okay?”

Meryl opened the door and rushed out. Soren, who had already gotten dressed, saw her run and chased after her.

“Meryl, where are you going?”

The bodyguards who had been guarding outside the door were dumbfounded when they saw the woman running out of the newlyweds’ room. She was not the bride from last night’s wedding banquet. She looked like the bride’s sister.

Then Soren ran out after her.

What the hell was going on?

Meryl ran to the door of Room 710 and pounded hard on it. Very soon, the door opened.

The first person she saw was Calder, dressed formally, his presence cold and severe.

When Meryl saw Calder, she assumed Nola had called him over. She did not forget to greet him politely.

“Mr. Rook, Nola is inside, right?”

“Yes.”

Calder answered.

Nola’s crying came from inside. Meryl hurried past him and rushed into the room.

Soren arrived right after her.

“Meryl, where do you think you’re running? You think you can just pull up your pants and deny everything... Ah, Dad? Why are you here?”

When he saw the tall, straight man inside the door was his own father, Soren nearly jumped out of his skin.

He was finished.

He had run straight into the line of fire.

If his dad found out he had slept with Meryl, he would skin him alive.

Calder had heard exactly what his son said. His brows sank.

“What did you just say? Were you with Meryl last night?”