Micheal POV
I waited in the living room; my thoughts fixed on Lillian with my gaze on the clock just opposite where I sat. School was over, and she ought to have been back by now.
I couldn't check her for any injuries because of the conscious gaze Mr Nelson and Bruce gave us, and I decided to do that when she came home.
The maid was setting the table for dinner, but even with the aroma that filled the air and filled my nostrils, I still sat restlessly in the living room, having no appetite to eat.
I was too worried to even think of eating and I was still angry about what that jerk did to my Lillian. I didn't care about her friend all I cared about was her.
“He had to gods to touch my girl huh?” “no one is permitted to touch her except me”
“Your girl?”
“She is my f**king daughter”
