'Touched a Sore Spot: 2'

His words of wisdom were out of her reach. Her comprehension wasn't at his level. Oh, well. Maybe because of their age gap? Or, by experience?

Trish's eyes widened. Oh, right. Whifler's father and Summer had the same situation. Wait. Why did she forget about that?

Trish stood up and grabbed his hand. "Whifler. I-I am... S-Sorry. I forgot."

Whifler's brows knitted as he looked over his shoulder. "Why are you apologizing?"

Trish gripped his hand. "Y-Your father. I... I know what happened. Grandma told me about it once."

Whifler's face swiftly changed. His reaction turned dark as he looked into Trish's eyes

Trish recoiled. His aura was choking her up. Guess, she hit the sore. "R-Raj."

"Why did you mention that?" Whifler told with gritted teeth. "Why? Why bring that up?"

"R-Raj." Trish was startled as Whifler suddenly gripped her shoulder. She winced in pain. "R-Raj. It hurts. It hurts."