Chapter 42
Third Person
“Annika Noelle Silverton!” Beau’s rough and stern voice echoed through the penthouse when he saw the girls laughing about without a care in the world. Here he was, on the verge of having an embolism, and his two daughters were going about themselves as if they didn’t have a massive legal battle ahead of them.
Both Annika and McKenna froze on the spot when they heard their father’s angry voice. By sheer instinct, Annika reached for McKenna’s arm and tried to hide behind her.
“Move, Micky,” Beau commanded.
“Sorry, Baby Bear, you’re on your own,” she said to Annika and rushed upstairs as if her life depended on it.
“Wh – you said you were on my side!” Annika cried out towards her sister’s retreating back. “f*****g traitor!” she grumbled under her breath. No soone
