NOVARIA’S POV
“Daddy?” I called softly, my fingers absentmindedly clutching the sleeve of Sylvester’s shirt.
“Hm?” he responded immediately, turning his head toward me. His voice was deep but gentle, the kind of voice that always made me feel safe no matter how troubled I was.
I hesitated.
The question had been lingering in my mind ever since that blonde woman stormed into the mansion, screaming like she owned the place.
My head rested against Sylvester’s shoulder while the movie continued playing quietly in the background, forgotten by both of us.
“Who was that lady?” I finally asked.
For a moment, Sylvester went still. Not tense. Just thoughtful.
“She was Melissa,” he answered after a brief pause. “My ex,"
I slowly lifted my head to look at him.
Sylvester sighed, leaning furthe
