Chapter 75 Defending the Master's Slave

• Tara's POV
• The moment I saw my Dad walk into the room, I sprang up and rushed to him shivering in fear. I hugged him tight, and he stroked my hair softly.
• "What is the matter, Tara? Who dares make my daughter so sad? Your tears alone are precious Tara, and you're not supposed to waste them" Father continued flattering me, and I found myself smiling. What the f***? I shouldn't even try to smile, not after the mess I just created.