"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold as ice as he asked, "Who allowed you in here?"
Without a word, I stood up, demanding instead. "How did she end up here? I got calls from you and Cassie. What happened?"
Without warning, my father grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the door. "We need to talk outside."
I pulled my hand away from him forcefully once we were in the hallway. "Don't you dare treat me like that anymore."
Charles took one look at my burgundy gala dress and the remnants of my evening makeup, then scoffed. "Look at you. Having the time of your life while your mother was fighting for hers."
"That's not true," I protested. "I was on a business trip with Axel, and I came back the minute the hospital called me."
"Save your worries," he snapped. "I wasn't calling you to come rushing back here."
"Then why were you calling?"
"So you could see the damage you caused."
His words hit me like a slap. "How is this my fault?"
