“Do not think that just because you are married, you can escape the Owen family. This family is still under my control.”
Jacob’s voice cracked through the air like a whip the moment he regained consciousness. His face was pale, sweat glistening on his forehead, but his tone was vicious, poisoned by fear and pride. He pushed Karen and Mara’s arms away to sit up straighter, as if dignity could be forced into existence by posture alone. His hands trembled slightly, but he clenched his fists tightly enough that his knuckles turned white.
The first thing he did after coming back from fainting was scold Hazel.
Not to ask what happened.
Not to question why he collapsed.
Not to reflect on how his daughter became a stranger to him.
Not to apologize for the ten years he abandoned her.
Only to
