Chapter 110 — Fairytale Bubble!

“Do you hate him?” I blurted out, the question having crossed my mind over and over again.

“Do I hate my dad?” She repeated.

I nodded. “Yes, do you hate him?”

Again, she went silent for a minute, her fingers still moving on my arm. Then, she sighed, the sound heavy and intense.

“I wish I could.” She mumbled.

“That means you don't?’”

She thought about it for an extra minute, probably biting her lower lip. “I ...