CHAPTER 9

That night, Stella made dinner for both her father and herself.

She didn't allow the maid to do it but felt like making her father's favorite meal to calm his worried heart, by herself.

Stella came to tell her father, who was staring at his phone in the living room with fear, to tell him dinner was ready.

"I'm coming dear. Just give me some minutes," He said, checking his mail.

"Father, their response won't just come in with speed. Just put that aside and have your dinner, " She said, walking up to him and taking his phone away.

"What if it comes in while I'm eating? I don't want to receive a heartbreaking response that'll send me choking on my food."

"Father, please put that aside. You won't be holding your phone while eating because it'll be with me. Now come along," Stella said, pulling her father along with her to the dining room.

Just as they were about to enter the dining room, Mr McCardy spotted someone familiar at the entrance of their home.

"Oh, Damien," He called.

Stella,