Chapter 11: Facing The Cheating Duo
"What? Did you think I’d leave you alone and not keep an eye on you?" He hissed, feeling his pent up anger boiling over. "You’re my daughter, my one and only child. What would my ancestors, your mother think if I didn’t ensure your safety and well-being?"
Mr. White’s voice trembled with emotion, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. "I may not have agreed with your choices, we may have our differences, Anita, but you’re still my flesh and blood. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone harm you and get away with it."
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with suppressed rage. "Now, rise to your feet and raise that head of yours." He continued, "You’re a White, and Whites don’t cower or show weaknesses," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
"You’ve been through hell, I can see that, but it’s time to rise from the ashes. You’re strong, Anita, stronger than you think. Now, you’ll take back what’s rightfully yours," pointing towards the mansion, he continued, "...hang your portrait on that wall, beside mine, where it belongs, and show the world what it means to cross Reginald White’s daughter."
"D– dad..."
"Come here."
Anita’s tears poured down like a fountain. She rose from the wooden floor, taking small steps as her heels wobbled beneath her with every step she took towards her father.
The short walk felt like forever movement, and when she finally crashed into his strong chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around her, Anita let herself go, sobbing so hard that her voice threatened to collapse.
Mr. White enveloped her in a tight embrace, his heart shattering at his daughter’s sorrowful voice. The rim of his eyes turned red from suppressing his own tears.