70. Truth at Last

It's about time. Confronting George about Sammy seems like the best thing to do at this point. Also, I am damn sure Natasha must have discussed it with him since the day we went to the park.

I can hear them murmuring with each other from where I am relaxed in their sitting room. From the way George's voice is rising occasionally, I guess they must be having an argument probably, about me.

"What should I have done? I couldn't help it anymore. I can no longer bear the guilt," I hear Natasha tell him.

Since I am full of curiosity, I decide to go closer to them.

"You could have just shut up and let me handle the situation. Okay, tell me what you got out of this now? Do you want her dragging Sammy's custody with us?"

Natasha didn't say anything. I don't think she has anything to say about the situation.

"Answer me!" She squeals when George slams his hand hard on the kitchen counter, startling her.