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“No, there’s no need for that. I will go myself and figure it out.”

“Okay. You do that, son, you do that,” Mom whispered as she tiptoed and kissed me on the cheeks. “You are already wasting a lot of time.”

With a chuckle and a new boost of confidence, I smiled and began to head back to my suite. I was about to make a call when an image caught my attention through the window.

I inched closer to the window and paused. Walking through the garden, their hands held together were Ella and the Minister.

Ella was holding him tightly while resting her head on his shoulder.

After a while, Ella stopped. When the Minister turned to her with a frown, Ella freed his hand immediately and rushed toward him for a hard kiss.

I watched as the Minister got reluctant initially, but when Ella deepened the kiss, he followed her lead until he broke off a few moments later.

Ella tried to kiss him again, but he held her and whispered something to her, which had her turning around. The Minister brought her close, wiped the tears in her eyes, kissed her forehead, and hugged her.

I sighed, envying the couple while wishing it was Lucy and me instead.

After a while, I moved away from the window and began to make my way to my suite, ready to do anything to have Lucy back.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LUCYEDWARDS

I sat close to my Uncle Gabe while my dad continued to look at me with suppressed fury, with Mom holding his hand, trying to keep him at bay.

“Come on, brother, chill. You can’t be mad forever. Shit has happened, and all we gotta do is accept the fact and move on.”

Dad pointed to my stomach. “Why should we accept that fact when she’s not here with the person that put that child inside her?”

I bowed my head, looking at the ground, as the tears started flowing. Embarrassed and ashamed, I wiped the tears from my eyes but was too scared to look at my parents.

“She doesn’t want to say his name yet, and we have to respect her choice. Come on, man, this is your daughter. She’s been with me for a few weeks, afraid to come back home to you just because of fear of your disappointment in her.”

“She should have continued staying there,” Dad retorted, “It would have been better for all of us.”

My heart is breaking into a million pieces as listening to how angry my dad is.

“Honey,” Mom whispered, shaking her head, “This is Lucy we are talking about here.”

“So what? God, what kind of lessons do we wish to teach all these people who look up to us? What will people think?”

“Oh please, brother, who cares what people think. You worry about what people think all the freaking time. Times have changed. Besides, everybody in this town aren’t all saints as you think they are.”

"If they're not, it doesn't imply that we'll adhere to them and lead our lives lacking proper behavior and disregarding our own ethics."

A tear slipped from my eyes, and I quickly wiped it off, afraid Dad would get angry if he saw them.

“She can’t stay here. I am not going to allow our family name to now be known for a child out of wedlock.”

“I don’t mind taking her with me, but you know how fucked up my business is, jumping on every plane for a gig, and with her condition, it will be very bad for her.”

“God, I don’t believe this.” Dad muttered as he stood and began to pace his room, “My daughter, getting pregnant out of freaking wedlock, my fucking daughter.” Dad continued as he reached the wall, placed his hand on it, and sighed.

“I am so sorry, Dad.” I cried, covering my face while my uncle stroked my back.

“Everything’s going to be all right, pumpkin.”

Mom sighed, stood, walked toward us, and sat beside me. “Come here, sweetheart,” Mom whispered as she held my head and pushed me closer to her chest while I continued to cry.

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