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Amelia had a hard time admitting when she was feeling feeble, infirm but with this man sheâd grown to consider an uncle, she was able to feel light, like a feather. Every burden thatâd been weighing down on her slowly began lifting from her as if heâd found her under a mess of bricks. âMmm⊠does he still hate me?â She shouldnât care whether or not Richard Hunter Sr. hated her, he made her life a living hell, but if she were being honest, she needed him more than anything these days. A girl needed her father to tell her what the fuck to do in these situations.
Harry was glad that Amelia could trust him, he took a certain pride and cautiousness within that role. It was difficult to be a father, but from his own life experience, he knew it was even more of a trouble to be a kid without a father. Her question rattled him and he tried to keep his face as blank as possible. There was no excuse for what Richard did, but Harry knew the man never meant to hurt her. âHe never hated you, Amelia.â He stated firmly. âHe loves you. Heâs just...he made some mistakes.â









