Chapter 5

When we entered, there were people there along with Papa's two other daughters. They didn't bother to greet me, which I found relieving. I didn't want to engage in fake pleasantries either. I didn't want to bother.

Papa was on his bed, looking thin and pale. I noticed a few strands of white hair, a symbol of aging. When he noticed me, he faintly smiled and signaled for me to come closer. I closed the gap and kissed him on his cheek.

"My daughter is growing beautiful. How's your life? You're having an adventure," he said.

I didn't smile, but I answered him. "Sort of, but I like adventures rather than letting myself be put in a prison."

He nodded as if agreeing and gestured for me to sit beside him. The butler provided me with a chair, which I quickly took. We're not close, so I felt awkward when he acted as if I was his precious daughter.

He sat up properly on his bed, helped by one of his daughters. I didn't move and just observed them like a scene in a movie.

He coughed and held his