Thanks, Daddy! Maya smiled sweetly.She ran to the desk with the bracelet, picked up a pair of sharp scissors, and cut right through it without hesitation.Snip.The bracelet fell to the floor in pieces. Grandma's blessings, the charm I had treasured so much, turned into a pile of useless scraps under Maya's scissors.Ugh, this is stupid, Maya pouted, tossing the scissors and the remains of the bracelet onto the desk.Instead of getting mad, Charles grabbed Maya's hands, checking them nervously. Maya, be careful, don't cut yourself. If you want a bracelet, Daddy will have a prettier one custom-made for you tomorrow.He turned to a maid, his voice instantly cold. Sweep up this trash before Miss Maya steps on it.Yes, Alpha. The maid swept the scattered pieces—the only warmth left of my childhood—into a dustpan.I stared blankly. Suddenly, I didn't want to cry anymore. Something inside me fractured, fading away right alongside those scraps. My yearning for a father, my fantasy of a famil
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