Chapter 15: The Half-Truth
Warrick
The morning was fresh and clear as I headed to my father’s study the same day he returned to London after his trip. I knew this conversation was inevitable because the media continued to focus on Cassandra and me, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable. My father always had clear expectations for me, and keeping Cassandra working was not part of his plans.
I knocked on the study door, waiting for my father’s authoritative voice to allow me to enter.
“Come in,” he said.
I stepped into the room, noticing how the morning sun illuminated the bookshelves and the decorative items my mother had so carefully chosen. Everything in this room screamed tradition and authority.
“Father, I need to talk to you,” I began, taking a seat in front of his desk.
