Me and Aaron rushed to her, trying to calm her down, but she kept jerking uncontrollably. I turned around, only to find her father standing still—arms crossed, completely unbothered.
My jaw tightened. “What the hell are you doing? Your daughter is here, in critical condition, and you’re just standing there?”
He didn’t flinch. “Why should I care? She refused to listen to her father. If she had, she wouldn’t be like this.”
I snapped. I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. “Who exactly are you? And what do you mean by all this?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” he said coolly. “You triggered it by marking her.”
Aaron stepped in, his voice sharp. “Then what’s the solution?”
“It will stop on its own,” he replied, brushing off Aaron’s concern. “And I’m taking her with me. She’s my daughter.
