“So you’re not going to do it?” Harrison exhaled a puff of smoke.
“That’s right, I’m not!” Natalie shut her eyes, forcing the anger back inwards. All that was left was deep disappointment in her voice. “I need to know, Harrison. Do you even see me as your daughter?”
Harrison’s age-riddled face twitched. “Of course, I do, but there’s a difference between close and estranged daughters. I know you probably hate me, and I know that you’ll never listen to what I tell you to do. So I can only sacrifice you in order to protect Jas.”
Hearing this, Natalie snorted ironically.
Harrison frowned. His voice deepened upsettingly, “Don’t blame me. But for the sake of us being father and daughter, I’ll give you another chance to think carefully about your answer. I’ll call you later tonight to ask you again.”
He hung up after saying that.
A fit of fiery anger consumed Natalie as she threw her phone onto the bed. It took a while before she could calm down.
When she did, the doorbell rang.
Natalie sucked in a deep breath and patted her face, recomposing herself. Then, she climbed out of bed and headed for the door.
Shane stood outside with his head slightly lowered to look at her. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, he knew.
She must’ve found out about what’s happening online.
“Can I come in?” Shane asked, a soft tone slipped from his thin lips.
Natalie hummed whilst nodding. She stepped aside sluggishly and said, “Come on in.”
Shane stepped over the threshold, following her into the living room.
Seeing the bouquet of roses on her coffee table, his lips curved upwards. He sat down and asked, “How are you planning to deal with the hateful comments online?”
Natalie poured him a cup of water. “I don’t know yet.”
“If that’s the case, then let me handle it.” Shane reached over to pick up the cup.
His bluntness astounded her, making her eyes widen. “Let you handle it?”
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