Chapter 85. Fight for You

Mason’s POV

I rolled my shirt sleeves up and got onto my knees to seal the last box. My knees creaked with the movement, protesting that I had been overworking myself. Ava had to pack her stuff in the complex shop to move to the new building. She had limited staff and one of them called in sick, so I had no choice but to help.

Ava stood stiff in front of the final shelf, boxing up the rest of the fabrics.

“Sophie didn’t say a word to me this morning,” she started, turning to me. “She got up, ate, and left with you like I wasn’t there.”

I stood to my feet, adding the box to the pile of other boxes. “‘She was still not talking when she got into my car. But then she talked afterwards.”

Hope shone in Ava’s face and her eyes. “Did she say something about Max? Say something about me?”

“She asked me if Max ever left because he had worked if he didn’t care about her. Why did he never call her his daughter? So I had to tell her the truth that Max ne