KEIRA’s POV

The moment I stepped into the living room, I could feel the tension. Papa was seated on the sofa, his eyes already on me. From his expression, I could tell that he was not pleased. I exhaled, calming my racing heart, and walked over to the opposite sofa, plopping down on it.

Papa sighed, and I saw his expression slowly change to hurt and sadness.

"Ever since your mother died, I felt like I needed to try my best and raise you properly, but I guess I didn't do a good job."

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