At that moment, Oliver's footsteps echoed across the room as he slowly closed the distance between himself and Abigail's father. Each step carried the weight of years of buried anger, and when he finally stopped just a breath away, the tension was suffocating. He looked down at the man trembling on the floor, his eyes cold, his voice like iron as he said,
"Well, you should know me by now… I don't forget. And I don't forgive."
Immediately Abigail's father's heart pounded in his chest, his forehead still pressed to the ground. Oliver leaned forward slightly, his tone low but cutting, each word sinking into the man's skin like sharp blades.
