Chapter 65: _ He Fought For Me
My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach. I wanted to speak, to defend my father, but I couldn’t find my voice.
Father wasn’t always like this. He used to break down walls if I did as much as sneeze a little. I used to be his adorable, beautiful daughter. This was all my fault.
Maybe I deserve this for making him into a monster. Maybe this was my fate.
I just stood there, frozen, watching as the situation escalated beyond anything I could control.
Axel wasn’t finished. "Have you even looked at her, Don Diego?" he demanded again, pointing at me. "Take a good look at your daughter’s bruises, and ask yourself if you’re really the one keeping your family’s image intact, or if you’re the one staining it."
My father’s face turned the most evident shade of crimson, his eyes shooting flames. He stepped forward even more. "You dare..."
But Axel interjected yet again. "I dare, Don Diego. I dare because someone has to say it. You’re a disgrace to your family, to your name. You’re the one tarnishing everything you’ve built. I’ve been watching, and you’re killing her."
My father’s hands clenched into fists, but his words were slow burn and seething with fury. "Get out. Now."
Rosa, who had been quiet up until now contributed to the back and forth.
After all, Axel was supposedly hers.
She opened her mouth to speak, but my father silenced her with a sharp glare. "Not now, Rosa," he snapped. Then, turning his gaze back to Axel, he snarled, "You’re not welcome here anymore."