Chapter 115: THE WEDDING
It was only a simple sentence, but you could feel the threat within.
Hazel looked Greyson dead in the eyes, challenging him to do it, and she would give him a spectacular show that he would never forget with the high possibility of crippling his reputation.
That was what she promised him in her silent gaze.
"What has gotten into your head?" Greyson asked, but his voice was less hostile than Hazel predicted. There was this unreadable emotion on his face. "You changed so much. I don’t recognize you anymore... I don’t know who you are."
"Who are you kidding?" Hazel tilted her head. "You never knew your daughter from the beginning, and this is too late to understand her."
In a way, Hazel was right. There was no more chance for Greyson to understand the real Hazel because she was already dead.
"Let’s talk about the important thing. I have a wedding in less than half an hour. I don’t need you to accompany me to the altar, just like how you never accompany me to anything in my life."
Hazel said those things to spite him, but it hit Greyson deeper than both of them thought. He realized now that the little girl, who always looked for his acknowledgment, would no longer be around anymore.
She would live away from the house, and this would be the first time he wouldn’t see her as often. The realization hit Greyson hard.
Indeed, as a father, he had never paid close attention to her because he didn’t know how to deal with his children, especially Hazel.
Every time he saw her, she would always remind him of his late wife, and how much she took after her mother didn’t help at all.