Natalie’s POV

I felt like I had difficulty understanding right now.

With a frown, I stammered, “Wh... What do you mean?”

He smiled patiently and replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, Natalie. I should have told you earlier.”

“My father is alive? Where is he? Where does he live?” Questions flooded my mind like a rushing river, as I knew nothing about him. Mum never mentioned him, and on the rare occasions she did, it was only after I insisted and cried for her to tell me. All she would say was that he wasn’t a good man, not someone I should be proud to know, and that he didn’t deserve me....