Chapter50:

LOVEY'S POV                                                   I didn't ask him anything. He needed time. I could hear shouting and sabotaging things sitting in my room. I heard what that old man told Harry. I could get the reason for his being upset but he could hurt himself. I wanted to go and placate him. I asked the nanny to take the kids to the garden. I paced downstairs. I could see the hall was devastated. Many tiny pieces of the shattered mirror were laying on the floor. Mom, Dad and Jack were looking disturbed and worried. The same man from the beach was standing beside dad with a scared look. I stood there, his back was on me.         " Harry, " I called his name.         He turned. My heart dropped in my chest. His face was showing rage, frustration, outrageousness and hurt.         " You should not be here, baby. " He smirked, lifting the corner of his lips, shaking his head, " Go back to our room. " He demanded.         When I didn't budge. He trudged toward me. His arm sli