"Penny! You should not be here. Go back to your room." Tyrone stood up at once and ran towards the door when he noticed Penny standing at the door and staring at them with wide eyes.
He was afraid that the little girl would be scared. They have been loud and even now Isabella was yelling at him.
"Oh dear. Do you need anything?" He held the little girl in his arms. He felt guilty for the child. He had thought that he was going to take good care of her but now he was failing. As a husband, as a lover, as a father, he was failing in every way.
Penny stared at the woman standing behind her father while wrapping her little arms around the scared man. She could feel the little trembling and broken voice of her father and sighed.
Her cold eyes penetrated the face of Isabella. Isabella raised a brow and tilted her head. There was a hint of joy in her dark eyes when she saw annoyance on Penny's face.
