Heartbroken

Iris' POV

“What?!” I listened to what my dad had to say, my eyes widened in shock, and I couldn't help but look at my dad in disgust. I didn't know that he was this desperate for my attention to formulate a lie about Arthur.

Furthermore, I hadn't known Arthur for a very long time, but I knew him to some extent. He was nice, sweet and minded all the troubles I had with him, despite the times I got drunk. He took care of me like his own, and never scolded me. Not only that, but he wasn't heartless!

He was so caring, too caring to be a Mafia. If he was a mafia, he was supposed to be heartless, and was supposed to make people suffer, but Arthur wasn't like that.

I growled at my father, yelling and telling him that he was too shameless to accuse someone else of being something as dangerous as that.

Why doesn't he want me to be with Arthur? Or was he afraid that I wasn't going to stay with him, was that why he was doing this?

I moved closer to my dad, my face looking into his own.

“Listen