#Chapter63

Melody

She didn’t know what to say to him, she knew there was no way to reassure him. She could neither assure nor promise anything.

“He may die, Melody,” he whispered, “and I’m not ready to lose my father. I spent days hating him and thinking he was a caveman and old-fashioned. Convinced he was forcing me into marriage so I could keep my position in the company, just for kicks and spite.”

“It’s not your fault feeling that way, Tim…”

“Yes, it is!” he said more forcefully. “It’s my fault for judging him, for not understanding his actions. I hated him and blasphemed against him, not knowing that...