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Lionel let out a self-deprecating laugh, but there was a bitter edge to it—a scornful mockery that suggested he hated himself in that moment.
I felt no pity. A man who would risk his own daughter out of revenge—something a father should protect and cherish—had failed miserably.
He didn't deserve to be called a father.
He looked into my eyes and asked, "Am I very stupid? Useless? Foolish?"
I hesitated before answering. There was no need—I knew he didn't deserve a response.
He chuckled softly, then said, "I've always wondered why I never had more kids besides Lana. I guess I was too selfish. I thought I could have as many children as I wanted. Losing a few didn’t matter—what did it matter? But now... I doubt I can have any at all."
As he spoke, I realized the enmity between him and Bernardo wasn’t as simple as I had assumed. I stared at him coldly and demanded, "How is Bernardo your enemy? Don’t try to lie to me. I want the truth. What’s really going on?"
I was just as confused
