The Author's POV

Even after he heard his daughter speak in a cool, detached way, Octavious' face didn't change. He had long since expected such a reaction.

Everything became clear once the power he wielded was no longer with him.

When Melissa looked at him, he was able to tell just by looking at her expression what kinds of feelings were going through her mind at that very moment.

They were expressions he'd seen many times in his life. He wasn't unfamiliar with them.

"May I come in?"

He asked, looking around and frowning at the sight of the frozen girl in the distance. Why was she like that?

"Why do you have to come in?"

It appeared as though Melissa did not want him to enter, as she blocked his path. Octavious lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her.

She looked the same as 'she' did when 'she' was younger. Perhaps she was even more beautiful.

'Her angry look is also the same…'

A long-forgotten pain began to reappear in his chest, and his expression nearly collapsed. He was able to retain it after a fierce struggle, and after looking around, he returned his gaze to Melissa.

"I need to talk to you."

***

His voice was calm and soft, but the manner in which he spoke made Melissa feel as though she could not refuse, and she moved to the side in reluctance.

"Make it quick."

She had no desire to interact with the man in front of her, but what could she do? Kick him out? The world's strongest human?

'Pft, as if that stubborn bastard would even bother listening to my demands.'

Melissa could only resign herself to the situation and lead him toward her private lab where there was no one. It was in a bit of a mess at the moment, but she didn't care in the least bit. Since he came so abruptly, she had no time to clean it, and even if he had made an appointment, she wouldn't have cared.

He was a stranger that shared the same blood as her in her eyes.

Clank―!

She closed the door behind her and turned to look toward her father. She wanted to get this done quickly.

"Out with it, what is it that you wan―!"

Feeling a rough hand against her cheek, Melissa froze halfway through her sentence. Her eyes soon opened wide as she looked at the man standing opposite her in shock.

"What are you doing!??"

She smacked the hand away and moved several steps back. With her sleeve, she rubbed her cheek and glared at the man.

my father, but who

look exactly like

wasn't so much the contents of his voice

before did she hear him speak to

at him, she was even more shocked to see her usually expressionless father staring at her with an expression

to

looked exactly like you

he was referring to was, but Melissa had an idea of whom he was referring to, and as she observed him, a lump formed

had no idea how to

stomach is

plus years of life, this was the first time that her father had talked about her mother, and she could vividly see the emotions in his

He looked… frail.

off her glasses and pinched the middle of her

to pretend to be like this, if you want

stool and bit

was behaving was

Emotions made her cringe.

wasn't capable of understanding emotions properly, and

It wasn't so much that she hated them, but she was incapable

repulsed her and

side

I want

akin to

***

down on one of the nearby stools. He covered his mouth with his hand while leaning his shoulder against the

over his

recall everything, but the few tid bits that he managed to remember were no pleasant

in her face, the times he saw her cry, and the times

his

failed as a

unconsciously blurted

stiffened at his words and she looked at him

Every time he looked at his daughter, he felt himself drowning in

he had to pay for his

me in more ways than you can imagine. She was my everything. I was happy back then. In more ways than you could imagine. It felt as though I had everything

spread across his face as he thought

was truly happy back

ever ask for in a

part, and he felt something toward the corner of his eyes. He slowly lowered his head to gaze at Melissa

His gaze softened.

was when I heard of the news that she was pregnant…

her, that was singlehandedly

me. Every day I would wake

chest slowly moved up, and the smile that had spread across

I lost her was the moment that