Rhea’s POV

Before I could stand up fully, Darius replied calmly.

“You hardly touched your plate last night. I expect you to eat a full meal this morning.”

I gripped the edge of the chair tightly, inhaling hard. My tongue almost lashed out with, “You’re not my father.”

Almost. But I swallowed it.

I lowered myself back down and nodded once. “Okay.”

I picked up my fork again, my eyes remained fixed on the scrambled eggs like they were the only safe place to look.

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