"He didn't apologize," Jessi cut in quickly, her voice beginning to rise, filled with deep disappointment. "He didn't show the slightest hesitation, Father."Jessi's grip on her lap tightened, causing the fabric of her dress to wrinkle slightly."He didn't even look at me as a woman or an ally who deserved respect, but as something that had no right to be near him."Stanley fell silent for a moment. He leaned back against the leather seat, observing every change in his daughter's emotions without interrupting.His gaze slowly lowered to the side of Jessi's face. The claw mark was still clearly visible, a deep line tearing across her skin, now covered only by temporary treatment, but not yet fully healed. That mark was not merely a wound, but an insult. A deliberate mark of dominance.Stanley's jaw tightened. The sight was still etched into his memory, the blood on Jessi's face, the gazes of the elders, and the silence filled with pressure. It was not merely an attack. It was a stateme
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