Chapter 42;

Zoey ran out of the huge quiet hall and down to her car that was parked outside the law firm, sniffles heard closely everywhere. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed her dad.

Just then, her phone buzzed loudly, and she controlled her tears by wiping her face with her palm before fishing out the phone, a little smile spread across her lips as she gazed at the caller. Finally, it was her dad.

"Hello Dad," Zoey tried her possible best not to sound desperate, she said it in a soft manner, she didn't wanted to anger him.

She neither wanted him to find out she had been crying.

"Zoey dear, Why don't you tell daddy what's going on? I am sure there's something we can do." Her dad warm voice boomed out, it made feel a little ounce of warmth.

Ever since she was little, she had always liked her dad more, maybe because, he didn't force her her to be the perfect Miss. Hart like her mother would always do.

"Wear this shoe, you would look better,"

"This dress is great, you would look elegan