"Why are you still shamelessly sitting here calmly drinking coffee as if you own the house?" Lucia glared at John.
"Lucia…." The man tried to speak with her. "Don't call my name as if we are some relatives." Lucia looked at him disgusted. She still did not understand how this scum bag of a person was related to her mother and indirectly to her.
"Mom, are you going to talk finally?" Lucia looked at her mom who had just come out of the kitchen and was looking outside the window. For a while she spoke nothing as she was lost in her own thought. 'Was it finally the time to tell her the truth?' She felt complicated.
"Lu lu, You know that I love you right?" She turned around to look at Lucia. Guess it was finally time to tell Lucia the truth about her birth.
"Are you sure about telling her?" John looked at the Mrs. Sovuyer. "Yes, she is already eighteen so I am sure now is the right time."
