"I couldn't get your family's tragedy off my mind no matter how hard I try. I can't figure out why he killed your family and…."
Her lips halted as she noticed the shift in his expression—something restrained, layered, and unreadable. She hoped she hadn't reopened an old wound.
"There's nothing there to think about. Nor anything for you to figure out, Selina. Focus on yourself and the little one. So, eat," he interrupted, gesturing at the food.
"I can't focus if I don't understand the whole conflict," she argued, straightening with a serious gaze fixed on him while she ignored her delicious food. "Believe it or not, my father can't harm someone—no matter the reason, even if he was pushed to."
"So…?" he asked reluctantly, heat prickling beneath his skin as unease flickered through him. He believed she had moved past the conflict but now saw she was still clinging onto it.
