Page 178 of Tall, Royal Hater
“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were or are,” I said, frowning. “I don’t want any of the Platmon businesses. I won’t ever have an interest in such a thing, nor do I want to be a part of them. Give it to the two children you have who grew up in that world and know about being in it.”
He returned my frown, ready to argue, but Ablah quickly intervened. “Uh, how about we drop this topic and come back to it another time? Yes, Dad?” She gave him the look again, and he pressed his lips together. “Great. Any other questions, Shehryar? Or things to say?”
I rubbed a set of fingers through my cropped beard. “It’s inevitable that people will find out I’m your son…but I’d rather not have videos or rumours of me beating Johnny up circulating around.”
“Oh.” She swiped a hand dismissively through the air. “Already two steps ahead of you. Dad threatened every—”
“Ablah,” Andrew Platmon bit out, a faint wash of colour appearing on his cheeks.
“What? You did.” She thumbed at him. “He threatened everyone there that if they said anything about what happened, he’d make business difficult for them.”
I stared, unblinking, slightly taken aback. I’d never thought he’d go to such lengths for me.
It was odd because our relationship still wasn’t in a good place. Just a vaguely better one.
Ablah grinned laughingly between us. “You’re actually both very similar in that sense.”
I glanced at him. He glanced at me. And we both looked away awkwardly.
Our father cleared his throat, and I took a gulp of my coffee.
Ablah wore a big smirk before leaning over the table again. “Now that that’s done, please, please,pleasetell me youbeggedfor forgiveness from Mariyah before you came back to Jahandar.”
My jaw went stiff. “No. She took an early flight back to Raven that morning after, and I missed my chance to.”
“No,” Ablah groaned, dropping her head forward and immediately jerking back upright. “Have you messaged her at least? Asked how she is? Told her you’re coming to apologise? You are going to go to see her, right?”
“I am. My flight is this coming Wednesday in the morning.” I scratched my cheek. “But I haven’t messaged her yet.”
“What?” Ablah snapped, and Andrew Platmon flinched at her loud tone. “You haven’t messaged her yet? How is she supposed to know that you feel bad for what you said?”
My brows pinched together. “Apologising through a message won’t sound sincere.”
“Agreed. But how is she going to know that you regret what you said and that you’re on your way to apologise if you don’t tell her? You’re just going to make her angrier and more upset with you.”
Well…when she put it like that, she had a point.
“Bloody Neves, come on.” She slumped back in her chair, shaking her head in both disappointment and disbelief. “You didn’t even think of that, did you?”
No, I hadn’t. But I knew exactly what I wanted to say.
Chapter 43
Mariyah
Dickhead:
I said something I shouldn’t have, something I didn’t mean and I am going to apologise for it but not over the phone because you deserve so much better
Dickhead:
But I’m sorry for not messaging sooner
Dickhead:
I hope you reached Raven okay and finally had the chance to speak to your parents
Dickhead:
