Chapter 164. Back Home

Ellie's POV

Clutching onto my satchel and purse at the airport, I don't fritter any second exploring the airport or savoring the fresh tranquil aura. I instead scan for my chauffeur, Mike, and my eye hunt for him doesn't take much of my time. I spot him without much hustle and stroll to him in haste, the ailment of my father being the only thing echoing in my mind.

"Hi, Mike!" I greet him, and he turns to me.

"Hi, ma'am. Welcome back." A broad smile is portrayed on his lips as he extends the pleasantries.

"Thank you, Mike," I respond as he opens the door for me and wanders off to settle my satchel in the boot.

Ooh, I missed my baby Lamborghini. Life at home, huh? I hope everything welcomes me with a luminous expression.

"To your house, ma'am?" Mike implores as he ignites the engine.

"No. To my father's. And please hurry!" I respond.

As we hit the road towards home with Christopher Martin's Let her Go Jazz playing