Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 211

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 211

He pulls back, cupping my cheeks as if I were still a child.

“How are you, son? Are you eating well? No one has hurt you, have

they?” His gaze is worried, almost too paternal for my liking.

I sigh and pull away from his hands, forcing a smile.

“I’m fine, Dad. No one has done anything to me.” I lift my chin,

maintaining the forced grin. “But… how did you get here so fast? I

thought you were coming tomorrow. And I didn’t even know you’d be

here too.”

He shifts his weight, adjusts his suit, and gives a small smile before

looking at the man beside him.

“This is my friend, Arthur Cooper.” His voice carries a tone of pride.

“Arthur, this is my beloved son.”

This Arthur guy approaches with a friendly smile. He must be around

forty–five, maybe a little older.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet my friend’s son.” He extends his hand.

“Your father is always talking about you, Adrian.”

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I force a huge smile, shaking his hand firmly.

“The pleasure is mine, Arthur. Dad talked quite a bit about you, too.”

I catch a glimpse of my father’s eyes tearing up because I called him

“Dad.”

Oh, what a fucking idiot.

He actually believes this gesture signifies affection.

I let go of Arthur’s hand and turn my gaze back to my father.

“Did you invite your friend to come visit me too, Dad?” I ask in a light,

almost playful tone.

Arthur laughs, and the sound irritates me so much I have to struggle

to stay in character.

“You have no idea, kid.” Still laughing, he speaks with amusement.

“Your father practically begged me to come along. He said he needed

to deliver a gift to you and insisted so much that I finally gave in.

Besides, I confess I was curious to meet his son.”

I flash a polite, rehearsed smile.

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“That is very kind of you, Mr. Cooper.”

He lets out a loud laugh and pats my shoulder–a touch that makes

me want to break his hand.

“Now, there’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ young man. I’m your father’s

friend; there’s no need to be so formal. You can call me Uncle Arthur.”

I force a smile, controlling the revulsion rising through my body.

“Of course, Uncle Arthur,” I say with a voice that is sweet but cold.

The warden clears his throat, trying to cut through the tension

hanging in the room.

“How about we go somewhere more comfortable? There’s a more

spacious room next door where you can talk better.”

“Of course, that would be perfect,” my father agrees with an

exaggerated smile, stepping closer to me. “Let’s go, son.”

I take a step back and raise my hand.

“You guys go ahead,” I say naturally. “I just need to stop by my cell

and grab something. I’ll meet you there.”

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I look back at David, who is standing by the door, and smile.

“The guard can accompany me.”

My father seems satisfied; he places a hand on Arthur’s shoulder and

nods.

“Excellent, son. We’ll wait for you there. Come on, Arthur.”

The two of them walk out, chatting away as if they were on any

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