CHAPTER 17 BOILING AND TURMOIL

Minerva's Pov I paced back and forth in my suite, my mind on fire. I had maintained my composure, which was understandable given my sense of superiority over Dominic, but I was experiencing internal turmoil. I finally had the opportunity to express my anger in any way I desired. I stopped at some point and scattered my hair, then continued pacing before I suddenly froze before a mirror, my reflection glaring back at me. Angry, I strolled back to a single cushion in the bedroom and slumped in, putting my face in my hand. I didn't know how long I spent in that position when I heard a knock on the door. Because the door was open, I didn't attempt to answer it or shout from here that it was open. open. A brief moment later, I heard the door swing open, and footsteps followed before I saw a familiar pair of shoes before me. Hesitating, my gaze trailed the shoe as I lifted my head to see my father's face, mirroring my frown. "Dad, I—" "Wait. If you are about to apologise, then scrat