“Dad?” I called out to make sure he was still there, breaking the pregnant pause.
“Who is the father?” My dad asked in a calmer tone than I expected.
“Dad..”
“Who is the father Mikah?” he asked again, his tone still calm.
“Mathiel Don, dad” I answered almost guiltily.
“Oh, that's how you got the interview then, by w*****g yourself out,” Dad said to himself calmly, as if his words were not like little knives slicing through my sensitive skin.
“Abort it and come back home” My dad suddenly said, sending my heart into a violent spiral.
“What did you say, dad?” I asked him in hopes that my ears were not working right, but it was only my wishful thinking.
“Mikha, I said that I need you to abort your pregnancy and go home. The wedding with Smith Dumbolson will still take place and you wil
