But Sanfordâs response was chilling.
His eyes narrowed with disdain as he retorted, âAnd who are you to meddle in my affairs?â
Drakeâs face flushed with embarrassment, but he persisted, stuttering slightly, âI-I am Maggieâs father.
Naturally, her marriage is my concern.
â
Sanfordâs lips twisted into a cold sneer.
âFather?â he scoffed.
âPlease spare me the mockery of fatherhood.
A father should be a protector, shielding his daughter from harm, not a brute who resorts to violence and disregards her well-being.
â
How did he still have the audacity and speak as if he really cared about Maggie?
If it werenât for Maggieâs sake, Drake would have taught him a lesson long ago.
Humiliated and chastened, Drakeâs expression betrayed his inner turmoil as he recoiled from Sanfordâs piercing gaze.
Drakeâs frustration boiled over, and he redirected his anger toward Maggie.
âMaggie Shear,â he began, his voice trembling with suppressed fury, âdo you still have the audacity to call yourself a part of this family? Do you still acknowledge me as your father? If you have an ounce of respect left for me, youâll sever ties with him immediately! Tomorrow, your mother and I will find you a suitable, honorable man to marry!â
Maggieâs eyes welled with tears; Sanfordâs speech struck a deep chord in her heart.
She understood her fatherâs bias toward sons over daughters, a sentiment shared by many in their traditional village.
Daughters were expected to shoulder the burden of housework and sacrifice, often sacrificing their own aspirations to support their brothers.
Though hurt by her fatherâs words, Maggie recognized the societal norms that dictated her fatherâs actions, and she silently bore the weight of his expectations, as she had always done.
However, what perplexed her the most was her fatherâs unwavering allegiance to her uncleâs household.
To him, her uncle was akin to a paternal figure, and his directives held great sway.
âDad, if I donât heed your words, will you cast me aside?â
Upon hearing her question, Helena felt a surge of panic course through her.
She reached out to Drake, urging him to stop.
âDrake, letâs resolve this calmly.
â
In response, Drake shot her a furious glance, his voice rising in agitation.
âWould she listen to me if I spoke kindly? Itâs your indulgence thatâs caused this!â
Tears streamed down Helenaâs cheeks as she endured Drakeâs scolding in silence.
Meanwhile, a storm brewed in Maggieâs heart, fueled by righteous indignation.
âDad, why do you raise your voice at Mom?â Maggieâs voice, tinged with frustration, cut through the tense atmosphere.
âWhat could she have possibly done to deserve this? If not for her and my brother, do you think Iâd have a reason to still regard you as my father?â
Drakeâs countenance darkened, his finger jabbing accusatorily at Maggie.
âYou dare utter such words of ingratitude again!â