Chapter 182 A Bad Father

• I sat on the loveseat, watching as Andrew paced the length of the sitting room to his private chambers. He had been at it since shortly after dinner, and I was certain that he was going to wear down the carpet at this rate. I knew that he only needed to work out his frustrated energy, but it was difficult to watch him being so hard on himself.
• “I should have been able to protect her,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I should have been able to keep her and Bob apart.”
• “We tried to warn her,” I said. “That’s all that we can do.”