CORA'S POV:-

My father was weeping quietly as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I had learned the fact that my father was hurting. All he had ever wanted was for me to get back home safely. "Do you hate me, my little Bun? I would have hated the person who would ever try to hurt my baby girl. So I can't expect you not to hate me too." My father asked me in a low and sad tone.

Yes, I was mad at him for making my babies go through that traumatic moment. But I finally learned his motives. He was trying to protect his child. "Dad! If...