Chapter 65 Whispers Of Discontent

• Evelyn
• As Jennie and I descended the stairs, my gaze locked with my dad's. He was seated next to Clara but appeared less enthusiastic than usual. The reason for his subdued demeanor eluded me at that moment, as a furrow formed between his brows, diverting my attention away from his other friends gathered around. While I couldn't recall everyone's name, their faces were familiar.
• "Where the hell are you off to, Evelyn?" Well, I couldn't deny that I had expected this kind of reaction from him, because I truly had. How could I not? It was my dad, after all— he wanted me there, right before his very eyes, all the fucking time.