Orland POV
I was just finishing a meeting when I got a call from unknown number. I picked it up and held it to my ear.
"Hello.....Ashbourne."
I recognised the voice and my mind went blank. It was Edmund Carson. Yna's father.
I willed myself to answer. My voice surprisingly sounded clear. "Yes."
"I wanted to talk about what you did." He sound angry. Good.
I smiled as I answered. "Oh! So you finally woke up."
He chuckled at my sarcastic reply and I gritted my teeth at the annoying sound.
"I see you are still the same boy from back home." He made a snide comment.
"Do you have something important to say, because unlike you, I have a busy schedule." I fumed.
He went silent and then in a voice much more serious he said.
"Yna wants to see you there's some problems for which you are responsible and I want you to own up to your responsibilities."
He sounded angry and devastated. My whole body went on alert, was something wrong with Yna?
"Is—is she alright?" I whispered.
"I did not expect this sort of behavior from you Ashbourne. I say I am quite disappointed." He ranted on.
"Just answer me, damn you!" I nearly shouted. "Is she alright? What's the matter? Tell me!" I was desperate to know.
He just said. "She is fine. You don't need to act so bloody concerned when all of this is your fault!" He yelled.
"Will you tell me what's the bloody hell is wrong!"
"Come to Carson Villa tomorrow morning at 9." With that he hung up.
I kicked a chair in my anger and banged my injured hand absentmindedly on the big conference table in my office, I shrieked in pain. I received a startled squeal from my secretary as she stood in the door her eyes wide.
Awesome! Now all my employees will think me crazed. Just what I needed to improve my mood!
I went home and tried calling on the number from which Edmund had called. But it said the service has been deactivated for that number. I cursed him soundly in my mind.
I tried to sleep that night but could only think about Yna and Edmun's voice kept repeating only one sentence in my mind again and again, it's your fault.