MEETING THE SPOILT BRAT

My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling?

I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him?

We Park at the parking lot, and I step out without saying a word to Mark. Jerol's situation is choking me. I have had a very huge bile blocking my throat ever since I left the castle. I have pushed it down countless times but it keeps forming again. I hope this annoying brat does not add more to the anger I am feeling.

The guards open the door for me after greetings that I only nodded to. I amble inside, and I notice four of them walk in with me, two on each of my sides. I shoot a questioning gl