52. Harsh reality

BELLATRIX....

"Bellatrix," Dad sighs. "Why don't we sit and talk it out?" He seems tired and hurt. It shatters my heart; all I want is to rush and hug him, hiding in his chest, just like I used to do in childhood.

Dad always drops his work for me and picks me up in his arms. Those days are always so special to me. When Mom scolded me, I cried to him, and he coaxed me.

Where is that father of mine? I really miss him a lot.

"Yes, your father is right! L-let's talk!" Mom says; she sounds too desperate.

Sigh...

They'll haunt me if I fall weak now, and the man who keeps taking my side no matter what I choose— it would be an insult to him. I cannot do that. Perhaps breaking off our relationship wouldn't at least ruin my joyful memories with them.

"There's nothing to talk about; my decision is final," I say calmly. "If you don't sign this contract, I'll reopen the case, and Florence will go to prison and face the consequences she deserves. It's very simple, Mom: either Florence or me,