At some point, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence appeared in the garden. Though his face was weathered with age, the sharp lines hinted at a youth once strikingly handsome. A long scar ran across his temple, giving him a naturally fierce look.
It was none other than Mia's father, Benjamin Brown, the man quietly pulling the strings behind one of the nation's top arms corporations.
He already carried an air of authority, but now his expression was dark, and fury flashed in his eyes. He looked like he might explode any second.
If this had been before, Mia would've snapped right back. Tough dads don't raise obedient daughters.
But today, Mia simply wiped her tears, smiled gently, and apologized. "Sorry, Dad. I messed up."
The words hit Benjamin like a bullet, shatter
