Gabriella's POVMy father stood up from the table slowly, using the back of his chair to steady himself. He had not fully recovered his strength, but the look on his face was the same one I had seen when he punched Davis in the living room. Hard and determined and completely unafraid."Tell him to leave," my father said to the butler. "Tell him he is not welcome here."The butler hesitated. "Sir, he is already at the front door. He walked past the gate before I could stop him."The front door opened before any of us could respond.Davis walked into the dining room like he owned the house. He was wearing a suit that cost more than my mother's china. His hair was perfectly styled. His smile was wide and careless."Mr. and Mrs. Hale," he said. "Gabriella. I hope I am not interrupting your dinner.""You are interrupting," my father said.Davis's smile did not falter. "I came to see Gabriella. We have things to discuss. Important things.""Whatever you have to discuss can wait until tomorr
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