Dad's Regret After Killing Me for Ex's Daughter
In the mansion, the housekeeper walked to the kitchen, muttering quietly to the cook, "He'd sacrifice his own blood for that girl. Acting like Scarlett means nothing to him. It's not right. Not right at all."
Amber's eyes glistened with tears. "Thank you, Dad. You're so good to me. I wish you were my real father." She choked up a bit, leaning on my father's shoulder.
My father wrapped an arm around her, his expression softening impossibly further. "Silly girl, as long as you want, I can be your father."
A woman appeared, none other than the love of my father's life, Elise.
Her silhouette stood in the doorway, backlit by the setting sun. My father's breath caught audibly at the sight of her.