Chapter 91 Foreboding

• Blair’s P.O.V
• It had been a week since the confrontation with my father, and I was still reeling from the shock of it all. Our relation had been shaky at best when I had finally returned home, but now, it seemed to have gotten worse. My father barely spoke to me.
• But that was okay. Because if he thought standing up for my unborn child was a crime of some sorts, then I was glad I was that criminal. Because I would never stand anyone insulting my child ever again. Not as long as I was alive.