Chapter 12: Reconciled – Part ll

• Ophelia followed Mason into the waiting taxi. She fastened his seat belt and drove them to their home, a two-bedroom modest apartment. Ophelia's childhood home, as well as the majority of their real estate, cars, and small companies they owned, were all sold.
• Mason sighed as he sat on the couch, and Ophelia entered his bedroom to place all of his belongings. She walked and informed while pulling her hair into a bun.
• "I'm going out to get everything you need and, preferably, to find a cheap caretaker." Her father nodded as she grabbed her bag "And you should rest while I'm gone. Don't walk about greeting all the neighbors, all the dogs, and cats." He looked around and pointed at himself as she narrowed her eyes at him "Who me? Why would I do such a thing? Geez!" He scoffed, and she glared even more.