CHAPTER 88
FRIYA
How to best describe a man in rage?
My dad was always in a rage whenever he spoke with me. I hardly remember a time that he looked at me proudly and endearingly.
Why was he always mad?
I didn’t ask him to assign me as the CEO and be his robot–his puppet. I didn’t ask for it and yet he was still mad at me…always uncontented…always asking for more. But–I was just human, not a robot, and definitely not a machine.
I’ve been questioning his anger lots of times. Why? Why? And why?
I couldn't understand his anger before, but now–I could understand the rage in his eyes, the clenching of his teeth, the heavy tug of his cane on the floor, the redness of his face, and the tension in his jaw. He had every right to be mad at me for having a relationship with an inappropriate
