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.

know that you're my father, but who gave you permission

look exactly

wasn't so much the contents of his voice that made her

she hear him speak

more shocked to see her usually expressionless father staring at

to be

exactly like you when she was

Melissa had an idea

idea how to

stomach is

this was the first time that her father had talked about her mother,

He looked… frail.

and pinched the

you seriously expect something from me? You don't have to pretend to be like this, if you want

a nearby stool and bit

way he was behaving was

Emotions made her cringe.

her emotionally immature. She wasn't capable of understanding emotions properly, and anything related

that she buried herself in her research and avoided people. It wasn't so much that she hated them, but she was incapable

repulsed her and gave

side

want this to

was akin to torture for

***

stools. He covered his mouth with his hand

now that he had finally managed to regain clarity over his own head, however, as he looked at his daughter

bits

the times he saw her cry, and the times she tried to meet his expectations only for him to disregard

felt his

failed as

unconsciously blurted

and she looked at him

his daughter, he felt himself drowning in

price he had to pay for his

in more ways than you can imagine. She was my everything. I

spread across his face as

truly happy

could ever ask for in

his eyes. He slowly lowered his head to gaze at Melissa who was staring

His gaze softened.

just how happy I was when I heard of the news that she was pregnant… I was happy, really

marry her, that

me. Every day I would wake up thinking about the future… Life was

slowly moved up, and the smile

I lost her was the