*SOPHIA'S POV*

He held up a hand

"Sophia, please... this is not about Henna or the past. This is about the future, about the legacy I built, the legacy I want to see thrive," he said.

"The legacy you built? Or you mean to say the legacy my mom built! The same legacy you almost gambled away, Dad!" I said, my tone rising with each word.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone.

 "I am really sorry about that, but-but Henna... she-she's not doing well, Sophia. She's struggling, and you know how delicate she can be," he said.

"Delicate?" I repeated.

"She has always been the...