That Sunday (3)

"If you're thinking she's under an illusion, I would have loved to play along but I'm sorry, your guess is incorrect."

It was the same baritone voice, but unlike its usual crazy tone laced with both anger and madness, it was unbelievably calm, so foreign and distant that it sent shivers to Gio's spine.

'You...'

Recognizing what the words of the other man who just popped out of nowhere implied, Gio badly wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces even if he was the only remaining blood-relative of Sofony.

"...Why are you still doing this? Haven't I showed you enough proof that I won't die and can be enough of a helper to her?"

Such a stupid father who only knew how to bring chaos and heartbreaks to his daughter and the people around her. May the gods forgive him for asking, but why does someone like him exist? Since he was so high-ranking, how come he didn't know that after he abandoned her, Gio was currently his daughter's only pillar of support?