Penelope

"My Daughter."

My brows creased and I glanced at Tyrell wondering what Ian's mom was doing in our house and why she was referring to me as her daughter.

"Ma'am, why are you calling me that?" I asked looking at Ian's mom who was standing very close to me with tears streaming down her cheeks, and colour had drained out of her face.

"Are you okay? Is there a problem?" I inquired placing my hands on her shoulders but she didn't say a word to me rather she draped her arms around me ...