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

exactly

his voice. It wasn't so much the contents of his voice

him speak to

even more shocked to see her usually expressionless father staring at her with an expression that

seemed to be

exactly like you when she was

may not have directly stated who the 'she' he was referring to was, but Melissa had an idea of whom he was referring

no idea how to react at the

is starting to

that her father had talked

He looked… frail.

her glasses and

have to pretend to be like

sat on a nearby stool and bit onto her

he was behaving was

Emotions made her cringe.

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

avoided people. It wasn't so much that

and gave her

scratched the side of

want

behavior was akin to

***

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

her now that he had finally managed to regain clarity over his own head, however,

everything, but the few tid bits that he managed

times he saw her

felt his heart

failed as a

blurted out

his words and she

it was a forced one. Every time he looked at his daughter, he felt himself drowning in even more pain, but he

the price he had to pay for

than you can imagine. She was my everything. I was happy back then. In more ways than you could imagine. It

soft smile unconsciously spread across his face as

was truly

I could ever ask for in

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

His gaze softened.

couldn't imagine just how happy I was when I heard of the news that she was pregnant…

the day he decided to marry her, that was singlehandedly the best

excited me. Every day

chest slowly moved up, and the smile that had

moment I lost her was the moment that I