Chapter 258 Dafa's POV - The Unforgivable
I stood there with my hands gripped beside me, my knuckles white, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to leave crescents.
How could he have been so blind?
Minerva had been scheming for years. Years. I had seen the signs. The cold smiles, the whispered phone calls, the way she looked at my father like he was a meal ticket rather than a husband. The way she slowly, methodically, pushed my mother out of this house.
And my father? He watched it all happen. He did nothing.
What a fool he had been.
But the question that burned in my chest, the question that made my blood boil even hotter than the betrayal itself, was this:
He forgave her so easily?
My father. Haris Halton. The man who had spent thirty years married to that viper. The man who had watched her destroy relationships, alienate friends, and drain the family accounts. The man who had just sat in his study, pale and trembling, talking about compassion and understanding.
