It was a Saturday morning. Stephanie was about to go jogging as she usually did on some Saturday mornings when she saw a big black car swerve into their compound; she stopped for a while, looking through the window, trying to observe who would come out of the car, then she saw Mr Allison step down.

"Oh, my goodness! What is he doing here, and how did he get to know this place?" Stephanie asked herself as she rushed upstairs to inform Jakes about the arrival of her father.

"Can you guess who just drove into the compound?" Stephanie asked as she bumped into her husband who was trying to dress up after taking a bath.

"No, you know I'm not good at guessing. Who is it?" Jakes asked. "It's my father, Mr Allison!" "You can't be serious, Stephanie." "I'm damn serious. I'm sure he'll be close to entering the house right now, or he must have probably entered," Stephanie said.

"I'm not prepared for this. I just hope he isn't here to make any trouble?" Jakes muttered under his breath. He plann