Chapter 17
Aiken took another sip of water and said, “Alfie is not right for you. I won’t consent to the marriage even if he kneels. Besides, you are already married. I
turn them down.”
“Dad, please,” Moira hurriedly said.
Aiken was disappointed. “Moira, you wouldn’t have the car accident if it were not for him!”
Moira knew what Aiken was thinking. She shook her head. “No, Dad, I’m not forgiving him.”
She paused and said coldly. “He wants to kneel and apologize, so be it. He owes me and our family an apology.” She wanted to see him kneel and apologize to her.
Aiken wanted to pass the dinner. He didn’t want any connection with the Guzman family anymore.
But when he heard Moira’s words, he suddenly felt he had to go to the dinner. Moira did nothing wrong but was abused on the internet a month ago. The Guzman family never stepped up and defended her. They were all hypocrites.
Aiken looked at his only daughter. His wife passed away years ago, and he brought her up alone. Moira had barely cried since childhood, but he still remembered vividly the day she lay in his arms and cried in pain. His heart ached every time he thought of that.
He agreed with Moira that the Guzman family owed them an apology. “You’re right, babe. We should go. Don’t be afraid. I’m with you,” he said.
Moira nodded like when she was a kid a and answered, “Then, there’s nothing I’m afraid of.”
Aiken and Jeffrey had been friends for over forty years. Aiken was mad at the Guzman family, but they were still friends. So, he called Jeffrey and made the appointment after talking with Moira
Moira went back to her room. Her eyes welled up when she thought of how much Aiken trusted her.
When Moira wanted to marry Alfie, Aiken was initially unsupportive, but she insisted. Besides, Jeffrey and Aiken were close friends, so despite his dissatisfaction with Alfie, Aiken still agreed. And it turned out to be a tragedy.
Now that she went behind his back and married Barclay, he believed in and supported her as he always had! She couldn’t say how touched and grateful she was
She was alone in the room and didn’t mean to cry, but she couldn’t help it.
Seeing her cell phone light up on the side, she took it while wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Barclay’s username was a capital letter “J.” Moira had not yet given him an alias. His unique username and profile picture was distinctive.
It was a confusing message from Barclay. He asked if Aiken had returned.
She frowned and replied. Yes. Later, she couldn’t help but send another message. Did my father come to you, Mr. Covington?]
Barclay: [No. I ran into him at the restaurant.)
Moira: [I see. Thanks for asking. He had been home for an hour.]
It was nice of him to care about her father.