"I understand how you feel, but I am a little disappointed to see you act so weak. What happened to the kickass girl that I know?"
Lucea, who is now a crying mess, feels guilty upon hearing her father's words. She begins dubbing with a handkerchief at her eyes to remove the tears. She also doesn't understand why she is failing to get a grip of her emotions.
"Don't be too harsh on her, James. She is just a child and what she is dealing with right now is no joking matter," Beatrice throws a reproving look at her mate.
"I am not a child!" Lucea says quietly. "Dad is right. I am getting so weak."
"I don't like what your father does to you, always encouraging you to be strong even when there's no need to be strong. I want you to know that it's okay to cry, dear, it is healthy. Let it all ou
