Chapter 42. Family Tree

Miles

I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but Isha did fairly well for her first day. She was professional, thoughtful at times, and gave me insightful suggestions when needed.

After reaching home, I cook myself dinner while glancing over some reports from the office. Sometimes I wish I had 25 hours per day. I could hire a cook for food and maybe some house help to save myself some time. But cooking eases my stress and I don’t like helpers swarming around in my house. A home loses its personal touch, if there are maids and servants swarming all around.

When I am about to eat my dinner, my phone buzzes with Mom’s call and I groan.

“Your step daughter did fairly well for her first day.” I tell her as soon as I pick the call.

“Oh…” she says, as if that’s not why she called me.

“I am sure dad would be proud.” I add, and she sighs.

“It is what it is, Miles. Stop complaining like a baby.”

“Yeah, sure.” I huff. Mom doesn’t know how