The Devil’s Bride
Victor said, turning to me, his expression not being able to be read.
“ Thank you, dad,” I said, pulling him closer to steal a hug. I felt like it was the first time to have our first hug, even though I felt like I was a murder target. Quite foolish of me though.
“ Freeze. It’s not an acceptance, but just a give up epistle. Doesn’t mean we should hug. Hugs are for weak men, especially when from a woman. Moreover, I don’t want to hug a legacy destroyer and nobody like you. Plus, don’t call me dad, it disgusts me,” Victor said, sealing the conversation, pounding my head and heart, his countenance unempathetic.
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