*Omario POV*
“But…” Brenda tries to object. The witch still wants Abi to serve her, but she does not complete her sentence because dad is suddenly on the couch, crouching in pain.
Mother must be doing the deed. This bond is something else.
“Are you okay dad?” I keep a straight face and feign concern. This is another reason I came here.
He turns to different directions as if trying to find a comfortable spot. His facial expression reflects the pain he is in, with sweat dripping down his brow.
“Nala… f**k!” he curses and winces.
I frown and do my best to keep a straight face. Dad is now holding his chest, then his tummy before getting up and taking a few steps towards the door.
“Take a seat, Dad. I will get the physician.”
“No, take me to Nala.”
I look at him with a confused exp
