"What nonsense are you spouting, Maelle?! I am her father, and you are her sister! You should know better than to say things that are not true."
Vilhelm hit his cane on the hard floor, and his irksome guest flinched. Maelle, on the other hand, her face crumpled, and she looked like she might cry.
A nuisance.
She only served one purpose: a cover. She and her mother both. However, she wouldn't be content with her role, and her whining had ruined everything he had worked so hard for.
"Father!"
"Pour the guest more tea, Maelle."
Her back straightened, and she turned to do as he requested. Her hands didn't shake as she picked up the kettle and poured its contents into the irksome guest's cup. However, she looked like she might cry.
She was his daughter, alright. Unfortunately, she had to pick up the incessant whining from her mother. Lydia had found out who Maya really was, and she had to go. He was still unsure how she had pieced it together.
