Chanel POV
“Chanel? What are you doing here?” Dad asked in a tone just above a whisper. He roamed his around the area worriedly. Lindsay looked confusedly between us. Alex tightened his hold on me. Lindsay’s friend was no longer in sight.
“The question is what are YOU doing here? And with this lady?” I hissed at him. I was finding it hard to control my emotions, but I don’t want to create a scene.
“Where’s your mom?” I was appalled by his question. He didn’t know. He never cared. I was trembling in anger. Tears started to form in my eyes.
“How dare you ask that question. Mom died almost a month ago. And it was all because of you.” I raised my index finger to his chest. Dad was stunned for a moment, until Lindsay spoke up.
“Sweetheart, what’s the meaning of this. Why did she call you ‘
