Jojo watched his father, who looked unusually troubled.
Still, even if he was worried of Sisi's well-being, Jojo felt that his father truly wasn't a very good man.
Why?
Because—
"Daddy…"
"Hm?"
"Why didn't you say thank you to Sisi?" Jojo asked. "And why didn't you say sorry for hurting her?"
"Ah—she… she left before I could," Kael replied, making up an excuse.
But the real answer was painfully clear in his heart.
He found it difficult to be objective in front of Sisi. Even a simple sorry or thank you felt heavy on his tongue, and every words of appreciation and admiration he had for her was stuck on his throat.
In a way, this powerful Beast King—whose strength could rival even a demigod—was afraid of her.
He became overly sensitive around Sisi. Every word she spoke either soothed his heart like a gentle caress or pierced it like a sharp dagger.
