"Don’t worry, Dad. I’m fine now." Natasha consoled.

"It’s my fault, Natasha. You suffered because I was useless." Hector blamed himself. If he had known how despicable the Grants were, he would have never agreed to the marriage proposal.

"Nonsense, Dad. We’re lucky just to have you back. Let’s talk more inside." Smiling, Natasha took her father’s arm and walked into the estate.