Chapter 272 My Dad (Ii)

• The rest of our ride was quiet. As we neared the coffee shop where I was supposed to meet with Herbert, my foot bobbed harder against the floor. Fumi placed a hand on my knee as the car came to a stop. I tried to smile but could only manage it for half a second. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to behave around him. Hating my father had become a norm, so to go in there and pretend everything was okay with us would be nearly impossible.
• “It will be alright,” Fumi whispered. “If you get uncomfortable, call me. I’ll wait outside.”
• A genuine smile took over my lips. I placed my hand over hers. It wasn’t fair to her driver. “There will be no need for that, I hope. And you don’t have to wait. Malik is coming to get me. I think I’ll be fine.”