PETER ZENDEL.

"Dad?" She called, Leo and Peter Zendel both turned to look at her. "What are you doing here?" She asked in disbelief. What was her father doing here? In Leo's house? Talking like they have known each other for a long time?

Leo was by her side almost instantly. "Why did you not call me when you woke up.?You did not have to come down on your own, what if something has happened to you?" He chided.

She turned to face him, her eyes sparking with fury. "What is my father doing here? Did you invite him?"

"He did not invite me. I came here on my own." His deep voice rang through the whole room.

Her head snapped to her father, he was still sitting down but his walking stick was in his hand.

"How did you know where I was, Dad?"

"Do you think I wouldn't know about the whereabouts of my own daughter? I tried to give you the space you need but I can't do that anymore, especially when a bastard decided to lay his hand on my daughter." He said angrily.

When did he find out about Brandon? "Did yo