“Xavier, don’t punish me with your body. The matter isn’t resolved and honestly… I don’t care.”
It didn’t matter.
Whether she cared or not had nothing to do with me anymore. What mattered was finding my father.
“Xavier, I really didn’t mean to kill your mother. I ran because I was scared. Please… forgive me.” “I’ll kneel. I’ll apologize.”
He dropped to his knees, at least, he pretended to.
But I remembered that night. I had gone to confront him and found him laughing with his friends.
He was smoking, bragging, calling my mother “an old hag.”
The car that had hit her and her blood still on it—was a gift from Selene. They joked about how she died. Laughed at her pain.
And I had once believed he was just a coward.
Slap!
“If you really feel guilty, don’t kneel before me. Go turn yourself in!”
He held his face where I slapped him and started crying pitifully, like I was the one bullying him.
Selene’s expression darkened. She raised her hand and hit me back.
Slap!
“You already injured him with the vase! Why do you have to go so far?”
“He apologized! Why are you being so ruthless?”
Because it wasn’t her mother who died. Not her father who was thrown from a building.
That slap? It severed the last thread between us.
I turned away, blood soaking through my white shirt.
She used to love when I wore white. She would run into my arms, have me lift her and spin her around, laughing, calling me her one and only.
Those memories flashed through my mind, then vanished.
“Selene, we’re done. You go your way, I’ll go mine.” “Fine.”
She helped Alaric, who was perfectly fine, out of the house.
I didn’t waste a second. I went looking for my father.
I searched every hospital in the city. Every single one.
But he wasn’t there.
That’s when it hit me—Selene must have hidden him.
I picked up my phone and called her, frowning in frustration. “Selene, where are you hiding my father? Don’t push your luck.”
On the other end of the line, she swirled a glass of wine in her hand, her voice cold as ice.
“Until you hand over the evidence, you’ll never see your father again.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was using my father’s safety as leverage. Had all her so-called love for me been nothing but an act?
Even though I hated her with every fiber of my being, my heart still ached from her heartless betrayal.
I closed my eyes in agony, my voice hoarse and dry. “Where are you? I’ll bring you the evidence right away.”