However, Sisi understood Jojo's feelings completely.
In his young mind, his father was a faultless being. A figure who shielded him from harm, fed him with good food, and loved him unconditionally. Sisi would be furious too if someone called the Matriarch of her orphanage an "evil, wretched bastard."
After all, in Sisi's heart, the Matriarch had become the mother she never had. Even after meeting Mrs. Piker, the genuine love she received from the Matriarch was irreplaceable, even if it had to be shared with dozens of other children.
Meanwhile, Marik…
Sisi sighed.
At least with Jojo, she knew what to expect. He was just a child, and his emotions were written plainly across his face. When Jojo tried to lie, he would dodge her eyes, his ears twitching as his excuses became more and more ridiculous the longer she questioned him.
But Marik was an adult, and talking to him now felt like playing a guessing game with a mute.
