He let out a heavy sigh first, then reached over and gently held Celestia' hands-icy cold and trembling from guilt.
His eyes were soft and sincere as he said, word by word, "You're my only daughter. No matter what you've done, how could I ever get angry at you?" There was a faint shimmer in his eyes, like tears threatening to spill.
"Dad..." Celestia's heart sank even more from guilt because he didn't blame her for anything.
Henry slowly ran his hand over hers, his voice calm but serious.
"I just want to understand... why him? Why did you marry him? Did you forget what he did to you back then?" He clearly hated even bringing it up.
"I..." Celestia's breath hitched. Her tearful gaze met her father's puzzled eyes. Her thoughts were in chaos.
Should she tell him she marrie
