Emily's POV “Emily,” he said as he settled down on the chair.“Father,” I said, my voice soft. “Are you doing well?”“Yes um—”“—Where did you go?” I cut him short and he cleared his throat.“It's no big deal, eat up. You'll need the energy.”I cleared my throat.“Well If you don't want to say something, that's also okay.” My father gave me a nod and I proceeded to eat with my father in silence. However, it became real uncomfortable for me.“Father,” I said softly. “Emily, how was your life as a slave?” He asked me out of blue which made me look up at him confusedly.“Father, what do you mean?”“Did you not learn a thing about how to speak and when to not speak?”My father's words felt degrading and it made me lose my appetite. I placed down the fork I was using to eat and ran my fingers through my hair.“I'm retiring to my room dad, if you don't want to talk to me concerning something, then don't.” I stood to my feet and walked to my room. My father didn't even call for me and tha
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