She let out a hollow laugh, the sound sharp and brittle in the thick silence. And when she finally spoke, her voice was cold and distant.
"I used to ask myself too". She murmured. "I used to ask myself too , how I could have a father like you."
The words stunned everyone into silence.
Peizhi lifted her gaze, meeting his furious eyes with her own unwavering stare. "But now I see things clearly. You don't care about my side of the story. You never have and never will."
"I've heard enough". Lord Chen snapped.
"No". Peizhi said, her voice growing stronger. "This isn't about what I've done. It's about the fact that you hate me. It doesn't matter if I make mistakes or if I don't. You've already made up your mind about me."
Lord Chen's face twisted with anger. "You dare—"
Peizhi took a step forward, interrupting him mid sentence. "You hate me just as much as I loathe you". She said, her voice unwavering.
