Ana entwines her fingers feeling her palm starting to sweat. Why was he asking her this all of a sudden?
"My father is late."
"I am aware of that." He turns his head to her direction and watched her gaze move to the man in front. Ethan reaches forward and pressed a button. They both watch as the black glass wall make a portion between them and the chauffeur.
"I was a good daughter to him." She responds a sad smile on her lips before adding. "As far as I can remember." She watched him smile and nods his head. She knew he was about to turn his head the other way and quickly asks. "Were you?" Her voice sounded hurried and she patiently waited hoping she hadnt crossed a line. "Were you a good son to your father?"
The man chuckles and immediately responds. "No."
Ana furrows her brows. "You are not a good son to your mom and not a good son to your father. Boss..."
