The President Daughter
“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!”
Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name.
“The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Clinton remained quiet, confused.
“Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched.
Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words.
Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”
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