Hatred.

A deep blush crept up on Stacy’s cheeks.

Bruce let out a cough. "Are you done eating, Pookie? You know it's bad manners to scream while eating. You shouldn't do that again,” He scolded but Cherry didn't even pay attention to his scolding.

"Pookie?” Stacy was a little surprised by the nickname Bruce had called Cherry.

"Mummy, don't worry. Dad will dote on you even more. This is just the beginning so don't feel shy,” Cherry’s words forced Stacy’s hand to fly up to her face. She felt very embarrassed at the moment. She was already getting fed like she was some kid when it's not up to twenty-four hours of stepping foot there.

This was the type of love Stacy had always wished for but all her Dad gave her was insults and slaps across her face and sometimes he did more horrible and traumatizing things than that.

"I'll feed myself, Mr. Yates. You don't have to do this,” Stacy pleaded, her plea reflecting in her amber eyes.

"No” Bruce gave a short response with no more word