“You’re such a horrible influence, Sebastian. It’s because of you that Silver has no sense of responsibility.”
“Me?” He laughed with menace. “Do we really want to go down that lane, Cynthia? Because you’re the one who’s trying to make her a carbon copy of you, and not in the best way. If she doesn’t want to marry for money and status, she will not marry for money and status. I will not sell my own daughter like a whore the way you’re selling yourself to that Frenchman.”
Their fight just got more intense after that, it was like those divorce days all over again.
I squeezed Helen’s hand as we listened to them from outside Papa’s office. Helen was pale and I could tell she was uncomfortable, but she didn’t interfere or face Mum. If it were any other person, she would’ve kicked her out, and honestly, Mum would deserve it.
I apologised on her behalf to Helen and she stroked my cheek and told me it’s not my fault.
That was yesterday.
I haven’t heard a word from Mum since then. It’s the weekend, so I have no idea where she could be. Usually, she’d invent work, because unlike what she won’t admit, Mum is also a workaholic, just like Papa.
We’re supposed to spend time together, but she hasn’t returned my calls or texts. She’s not in her flat either and it’s freaking me out.
I plan to gather my thoughts and keep my promise to Cole — the part about not hiding anything from him again. I’ve been thinking of ways to tell him about the pregnancy because, like he did with Adam, I know he’ll take care of this. Or at least help me make the decision, since obviously I can’t do it.
A part of me is scared he’ll tell me to get rid of it.
What else should I expect? That he’ll suggest we leave the country or something?
Damn it, Silver. Stop being a naïve fool.
Cole has an early practice today because of a game in the evening, so I don’t have to look at his face and feel guilty that I’m hiding something from him.
Besides, Mum’s disappearance feels like a weight perching on my chest, looming over me like a demon.
I feel like that girl who walked in on her while she drowned in her own blood.
She hasn’t answered my calls in fifteen hours. She promised to never do that to me again.
I tap on Papa’s office door, balancing a tray of tea on my hand, and go inside. A forced smile grazes my lips as I serve Papa, Frederic, Derek, and the rest of their team.
“Thank you, Miss.” Derek smiles but quickly hides it.
I return it, then ask Papa, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Absolutely.” He nods at them before following me outside. We’re standing in front of his closed office door. “What is it, Princess?”
“Mum is missing.”
His jaw tightens. “She’s a grown woman, Silver. Stop worrying about her as if she’s a child.”
“Papa…”
“Why would you even want to talk to her after the show she put on yesterday?”
“You don’t understand. She can’t be left alone for too long.” I clink my nails against each other.
His expression morphs from anger to contemplation. “What do you mean?”
Mum will kill me if she finds out I told him, but she pushed me to this. I can’t take this pain anymore. I can’t keep it from Papa.
“Remember that time I went to spend the weekend with her and didn’t want to leave her side for a whole month?”
He nods. “I thought you felt guilty about leaving her alone.”
“I did. She cut her wrist, Papa.”