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 gave

exactly

froze after hearing his voice. It wasn't so much the contents of his voice that made her freeze, but the softness of his

before did she hear him speak

usually expressionless father staring at her with an expression that was

seemed to be

looked exactly like you when she was

stated who the 'she' he was referring to was, but Melissa had an idea of whom he

had no idea how to react at the

stomach is starting to

first time that her father had

He looked… frail.

took off her glasses and

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

stool and

was behaving

Emotions made her cringe.

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

was for this reason that she buried herself in her research and avoided people. It

repulsed her and gave her

side

I want this

akin to torture

***

one of the nearby stools. He covered his mouth

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

everything, but the few tid bits that he managed

his daughter for the past few years… the disappointment in her face, the times he saw her cry, and

his heart

as a

blurted

she looked at him with

time he looked at his daughter, he felt himself drowning in even more pain, but

was the price he had to pay

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

spread across his face as he

was truly happy

that I could ever ask for in a partner. Caring,

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

His gaze softened.

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

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

excited me. Every day I would wake up

moved up, and the smile that had spread across his face slowly

lost her was the moment that