Catherine let out a sigh.
"He's your father—how could I not be nervous?"
The moment the word father crossed her mind, Catherine couldn't help thinking of her own father, Channing, and a shadow passed briefly over her expression. She held Daniel in awe, but her own father was someone who did not deserve even a shred of Bert's respect. Channing inspired nothing but contempt, disgust, and scorn.
Granted, Daniel was far from a perfect father to Bert—but compared to Channing, he was leagues better. At the very least, Daniel had made plans for Bert's future and thought ahead for him in many ways.
But Channing?
He didn't deserve to be called a father at all.
