Camila’s POV
“What do you mean?” it was all I could ask him, as I sat there staring at him with my mouth dropped open.
"I mean, you're my daughter, Camila. My flesh and blood. It doesn't sit right with me, the way things were left. I've added you into the policy. It's only fair." He said.
I didn’t want this, not at all. Why in the world would he do that when I clearly wasn’t interested? “Dad, I don’t think that’s a good idea, not for anyone.” I said and he shook his head, as if he didn’t want to hear any part of it.
“No, Cam. I wanted that because I wanted to be able to face your mother when I meet her again. I wanted to be able to smile at her as she welcomed me wherever she is now.” he said.
“I don't care about that, Dad. All I cared about was you, okay? You can't just make me a
