Rakan looked at me, speechless but more hurt than shocked, as if my words had stabbed him.
Then, he slowly lowered his head and said,
"I have once again wronged my daughter."
Sure, you can't change a man completely in just one day. The scale of my image might've tilted to the right side for once, but it doesn't mean that it can't tilt back to the bad side with a little bit of pressure and influence from the fakest of the fake.
Just one word from that cunning and manipulative bitch is enough to tilt the scale and make them see me in the wrong once more.
That's all it takes.
So I don't know who to blame right now. If it's me for not having the thought of uprooting Veyra and her schemes so I can live a peaceful life with my handsome beastmen earlier, or my father, who falls for the same trick ten times.
