IN A WAR TO HAVE HER.

Nancy's POV

The car's horn couldn't stop at the gate for a long period of time. I wasn't downstairs to know who could be honking endlessly.

I was busy cleaning up my bathroom and toilet when I heard a voice coming from the parlor. One of the voices is Dad's and the other belongs to a man I don't recognize.

Their voices were so unfriendly. Though my dad has a hostile voice, which makes him sound like he wants to devour anyone while speaking.

Since I knew him, he has been speaking with a loud voice. My mother told me she feared marrying him because of his voice. She started talking to him about it at one time.

However, Dad cannot change because he is used to talking loudly.

I also noticed there was some argument, and the stranger's voice was getting louder. For my dad to calm down, speaking calmly made me think that he could be guilty of something.

I catch a whiff of his scent, and it tells me two things, Stranger and

I can easily listen in on their conversation from up here.

Then again, they're so loud, I'm sure even a human would hear them from the next town over. "If I don't have my money by the time I count five times, I'm going to tear your throat out," The stranger threatened.

I'm not paralyzed by fear or anything like that. Okay, maybe a little. Mostly, it keeps reminding me that there could be a problem going on with my father and the others.

So I thought of quickly rushing to the parlor to know what was going on, but on the contrary, I should be in the middle of a matter I know nothing about.

However, a better daughter might run to the parlor to save her father, but I don't budge from my spot in the bathroom. I'm not paralyzed by fear or anything like that. Okay, potentially a little. Mostly, I just keep reminding myself that I shouldn't care.

My father and I aren't best of friends, and he doesn't give a damn about me as much as he should since I lost my darling mother.

I bet if our roles were reversed, he wouldn't bother saving me. It's only fair that I return the favor. He can get out of this mess on his own.

Just as my mind made up, Dad started shouting from the sitting room. He's had years of practice, so his baritone is loud enough to make the walls shake.

"Julie! Get yourself here this minute!"

I'm so used to Dad's yelling that it doesn't really bother me anymore. Plus, like I said,

I really don't want to get mixed up in his mess. Still, I jumped out of my bathroom, left the cleaning, washed my hands, and rushed down to the parlor.

I plan to stay out of the way if I can, but I know that if I take too long obeying an order,