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Menu "But I'm almost stubborn enough not to listen to warnings," Kane said, his tone dark. Then his eyes shifted to me, burning with a cold hatred. "Then I realized something-your daughter doesn't deserve it."
His words hit me like a physical blow. The hatred in his voice, in his eyes, was unbearable. My entire body trembled with the urge to lash out at him, to scream or attack, to do anything to stop him. But I held myself back. I couldn't afford to lose control. I wasn't alone in this fight-my children still needed 1. me.
Kane stepped back, putting distance between us as he turned his back on my father and me.
"You were so concerned about your daughter because of me," he said, his voice calm but dripping with malice. "You won't have to worry about that anymore."
He picked up the glass he had abandoned earlier, downing the remaining liquid in one swift motion. Then, as he set it back on the table with a deliberate clink, he said the words that shook me to my core.
"I'm setting your daughter free today."
And with that, he walked away, leaving us shattered in his wake.