Chapter132:My Father?

'Christopher Merryweather?' she tasted the name in her lips. 'My father?' Wendy nodded, looking at her daughter and affirming to herself yet again that she looked so much like Christopher. 'You said, he discarded you, kicked you aside for another', observed the twelve year old Roxy. 'Didn't you tell him about your pregnancy or did he know about it and yet kicked you out?'  Wendy had not considered that angle. Though she was furious with Christopher, she didn't want Roxy hating her father. There was not much use for that. She should direct her hatred at Millicent and her pups. 'He did not know I was pregnant but the woman he chose me over knew and seduced him, poisoning his mind against me before I could tell him', she said, shedding a few years and Roxy went to her mother to console and wipe her tears. 'She lied to your father that she had caught me on several occasions with other men. She told him that was a common practice amongst witches but that she could never do such a thing to h