A small, barred window was all that separated them, yet it seemed like a towering mountain and vast ocean between the father and daughter.
Bill Moore sat on the other side. For some reason, he did not insult Thea as he used to. He just gazed at her with a complex, turbulent state of mind.
"I admit, I used to favor your sister and did many things that hurt you, and I also said many things I shouldn't have said. But Isabella, I am still your father, and you shouldn't be speaking ill of me like this today." He had a nostalgic expression on his face. "Although you were silly back then, at least you maintained innocence and kindness. Now you have become smarter, but your character has turned so malicious. I’m so disappointed in you."
Thea said expressionlessly, her voice a low, dangerous fre
