KIARA’S POV

“How are you feeling, Father?” I asked handing him a bowl of soup.

He eyed the soup with distaste and said, “I am fine now… really… I don’t think I need this stupid soup…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his expression. He abhorred the herbal soup but Valence had insisted that he should drink it at least for a week.

I sat beside him, took a spoonful, and placed it near his lips saying, “I promise I won’t ask you to have the soup tomorrow onwards. Please have it today…”

“Fine!” He said with a disgruntled expression before taking the bowl from me and guzzling it down...