Chapter 182 A Bad Father

I sat on the loveseat, watching as Andrew paced the length of the sitting room to his private chambers. He had been at it since shortly after dinner, and I was certain that he was going to wear down the carpet at this rate. I knew that he only needed to work out his frustrated energy, but it was difficult to watch him being so hard on himself. “I should have been able to protect her,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I should have been able to keep her and Bob apart.”