Victoria, knowing Layla's tragedy, couldn't show her face. That her father could stoop so low—she had no idea. As it began settling down in her mind, she started to believe what others were saying. So it was true after all. Derrek Katz was nothing but filth—someone who got involved in money laundering, slave trades, and drugs.
'How stupid she was to think everyone was trying to frame her father, when he was the one really doing those things.' She remembered something her mother used to say in her childhood:
"You don't know your father well." Now it dawned upon her.
She heard someone entering her room. The signature cologne belonged to Brian. She got up from the bed and straightaway lost herself in him.
Wrapping herself around him, she sniffled against his chest. It hurts—and it hurts bad—when you come to know something really sick about your own dad. And currently, she needed some reassurance, some comfort in his arms.
