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Eros’ POV

“If you as much as squeak Echo, I won’t hesitate to put you in your place and make you visit a special therapy session with me.” I also muttered loud enough so she could hear the anger in my tone.

Echo straightened her wavy hair. She was too old for this and the earlier she realised this the better for her.

“Don’t you dare speak that way to my daughter.” Father ordered. He was the type who hated this type of discussion at the table. The bitter irony because it was them who started this first.

I scoffed in disbelief. “I believe I have the right to say anything I want to say at this table. After all my status requires me to.”

Due to the situation at hand, I was allowed to talk. My parents has made it a rule, if you don’t have anything to bring to the table, you are basically worthless.

Dalia’s POv

My mouth remained open even as Emily finished seconds ago..

“Wait, all these was just to escape...” I sighed in relief. “You did scare me. I can not believe I rushed all the way here