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Menu âBut Iâm almost stubborn enough not to listen to warnings,â Kane said, his tone dark. Then his eyes shifted to me, burning with a cold hatred. âThen I realized somethingâyour daughter doesnât deserve it.â
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 couldnât afford to lose control. I wasnât alone in this fightâmy children still needed me.
Kane stepped back, putting distance between us as he turned his back on my father and me.
âYou were so concerned about your daughter because of me,â he said, his voice calm but dripping with malice. âYou wonât have to worry about that anymore.â
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.
âIâm setting your daughter free today.â
And with that, he walked away, leaving us shattered in his wake.