The Truth Behind the Painting

A sigh of frustration came out of his mouth and it seemed like he was done playing with Cassandra. "So you want to play tough now?" he sighed and said, "Listen, sweetie, I'm well aware that we've been too strict when it comes to you and your personal life, but trust me when I say that it's for your own good. I've been there and we're just trying to help you by leading you the way we know."

Sylver had a dejected look on his face as he couldn't stand the thought that his daughter whom he raised to be like himself, an invincible force no one could topple no matter the circumstances, was crying.

"I-I know that more than anybody else," Cassandra said without being able to look into her father's eyes.

A mere silence occurred between them for a couple of seconds. Cassandra was about to weep once again while Sylver just stared at her.