Chapter 61 - Richard Ashford

Richard POV

"Have a seat, son," My dad says, and I frown, watching as my mother sits next to him, crossing her legs. I take a deep breath, undo the buttons from my jacket, and sit next to Pamela. She looks at me and then focuses her eyes back on my parents, and I can tell she is uncomfortable.

"Okay, can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I ask, and my mother clears her throat and looks at me, raising her head high.

"Mia will stay here with us for the next foreseeing time," she says, and I rest back on the couch and laugh. I can't control myself, and when I stop, I look around the room. All three of them are looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" I ask, and my father clears his throat as he stands up and walks to the bar.