Lazarus's eyes burned with anger. "Then keep your faith," he said. "And stay away from my daughter."
Primrose could feel the smile on the blurry-faced man's lips slowly fade after hearing Lazarus's bold statement.
As a Cardinal, the people around him always obeyed his orders and never dared to speak to him rudely.
Maybe Lazarus was the first person who bravely declared that he didn't believe in that damn faith. All he wanted was to take Primrose away, so she wouldn't end up like his little sister.
Even though she was only a replacement for his little sister, Primrose could still feel his love for her, the pure love that a father gives to his daughter.
Wasn't it cruelly ironic?
Her biological father wanted her to suffer so she could become a "perfect" Saintess, while a strange man who had only known her for a few months desperately wanted to protect her and give her a comfortable life.
