LANCE

"Be the heir?" I am not eighteen yet, and I know very well that it's going to take another eight years for that to happen but I'll know if I want to be an heir, and no! I don't want you.

"Hell no!" What has gotten into her? Why yelling at the poor woman? Even if she is frustrated, which she clearly is, there's no need for that!

I glance at my father, I see hurt and guilt in his eyes as he watches her. She turns to him but only narrows her eyes carefreely.

He didn't care. I'm surprised. I thought I knew her all these years but...