Ariel’s P.O.V.
“No, Martha. I won’t be able to come back anytime soon. Please apply for long-term leave on my behalf. I will send you my application through mail,” I told Martha while rubbing the space between my brows. I was tired, and exhaustion was shutting down my mind. All I wanted right now was to lie down and close my eyes, but I had things to finish before going to bed tonight.
“Did something happen in your hometown, Ariel?” she asked me in a worried tone. I sighed and looked in front of me blankly. “My father died a few days ago,” I told her in a blank tone, still staring at the same spot. She scoffed but said nothing. She knew about my hatred towards my father, and she knew very well that his death wasn’t going to affect me. In fact, I was now relieved that he was no longer ali
