Is it about that man, do you still love him?" he asked again, though he was talking about his wife's lover there was no anger in his voice. He was just sounding tired. Tired of all this baseless argument again and again.
"It's not about him." Felicia closed her eyes. "I don't even know where he is now." she lied, as she didn't trust Arthur in this matter.
"Then let's end the topic here, let them go and find the prince, then you could spend as much time with him as you want," he replied walking or without waiting for her reply.
She slumped on the sofa as she sighed. Cynthia, who was tired and worried sick about waiting for her mother, finally stood up and followed her mother to the office.
She saw her mother sitting there on the sofa with lifeless eyes. She instantly felt rage burning her body.
It was nothing new, her father had always ignored her mother. He never came to meet her. And whenever she tried to reach him, all she received was ignorance.