Yasmin raised an eyebrow coldly. "What right do you have to judge my father?" Her voice was as cold as winter’s snow.

Hailey paused slightly, her eyes looking at her with a hint of pity in them. "Sis Yasmin, don’t think of this as a shame. We all know that what happened with your father has nothing to do with you..."

"Shut up," Yasmin cut her off, her voice icily calm.

Hailey pressed her lips together, watching her with an increasingly obvious look ...