"Your Father again right?" Hendrix referred to Reyna who climbed downstairs trying to walk past him.

She paused her movement and stepped backwards. "What did my father do? Did he kill someone?" She threw the horrible question at him.

Hendrix blinked several times. "You're asking me that freaking question huh?" He sniffed and shook his head. "Reyna, I want you to tell me the crime I committed by getting married to you."

"I don't get it, Hendrix. What sort of embarrassing question is this?" She blurted out gesturing. "I'm still struggling with the fact that you got another woman under this roof as a wife and you're throwing annoying questions...