Kenneth sharply inhaled through his mouth and restlessly waited for Scarlett to reveal 'who' that person was who apparently… bought her.
'There is a high probability that this person is my father.' That was what Kenneth had in his mind as he waited for Scarlett to gather her composure and finally reveal the name.
Scarlett kept on hugging herself as she uttered in a whisper that was filled with so much deep-rooted hatred that the veins on her temple began to visibly bulge. "It was someone who wasn't even invited to the auction in the first place. Someone who shouldn't have been there at all, not even by accident."
"Who was he?" Kenneth asked, unable to bear the curiosity.
Scarlett sniffled and looked at her son. And she whispered while looking distraught, "It was the King."
