The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

where the cabinet met. My father was standing beside him. It
shouldn’t have been a shock to see him on there, but it was.
“Monsieur Bouchard is looking sharp,” Etienne said.
“And old.”
“He does look older. Have you spoken to him?”
“No.”
“Seeing him on the telly must be weird.”
“It was bound to happen.”
“Addie.” He sighed.
“It is what it is.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see
me.
Looking at my father right now I didn’t feel the sadness I
expected. I felt anger. This man was supposed to love me
unconditionally and one slip up from me had him pretending
he didn’t even have a daughter. I knew he was busy, but that
didn’t excuse him of his fatherly duties.
“I’m going to have to go to the funeral,” Etienne said
after a moment. “Do you want to go with me?”
“Sure. I should pay my respects to the family if I can. I’m
sure it’ll be a madhouse.”
“Probably so. I’ll keep you posted when I know more.”
We hung up the phone and I turned up the volume. My
father was still being interviewed and I was curious as to
what he was saying. Was he paying his respects or was he
berating the Crown as he normally did?
“It’s too soon to tell, of course,” my father said in response
to whatever they’d asked him. “But we expect to meet with the
king soon and see what he has in store for us.”
“Do you think he’ll want to involve the cabinet more than his
father did?”
“I can’t speak for the Crown. I have no idea what he has in
mind, but I look forward to working with them to better the
country.” He waved at the camera. “Thank you. We’ll talk soon.”