"What do you mean?" Vivianne could hardly hear herself say those words. "Did you do something wrong to him? Are you planning to kill him now?"

"Not yet, but soon, I will ask someone to do it," her father grinned before clenching both of his fists. He was suppressing his anger. "You shouldn't care anymore about what I do to him. You're already separated, Vianne. You don't have to worry about him, and you know why."

Vivianne took a deep breath. She wanted to respond, but she didn't know what to ...