"Aria, don’t do this to me, I’m your father."
His voice in my ear sounded particularly grating.
I faintly curled the corner of my lips, offering a smile that had no warmth to it.
Father?
From the moment you tossed me aside with your own hands, that title died.
I raised my gaze to him, the smile in my eyes as cold as ice.
"You and Evangeline have such a strong father-daughter bond. I don’t want to tear you apart."
My tone was as calm as if discussing the most mundane thing.
"You go back to your home, and take her with you. She can take care of you, the 'good father' you are."
Evangeline’s body trembled violently.
“No... I don’t want to!”
She shook her head desperately, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice breaking.
But I didn’t even have the patience to look at her.
My gaze
