Chapter 63

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As I sat across from him, my gaze fixed on his face, my emotions felt like a blank canvas. My hands were folded on the table, a sign of both restraint and readiness, waiting for him to speak. Part of me wanted confirmation that I was truly sitting across from my father, flesh and blood, and not falling into some elaborate scam.

"Luna, my daughter," he began, and despite myself, I couldn't help but scoff inwardly. My daughter? When had he ever acted like a father?

"Good to see you alive," I responded, my tone neutral, my hands still clasped together. My patience was already waning. I had taken a risk sneaking out, and the clock was ticking until I needed to sneak back in. Time was not on my side.

"So, what do you want from me? I'm here now," I said, my words tinged with impatience. My eyes were steady on him, waiting for his response.

"I do not want anything from you, my child. All I want is to ask for your forgiveness," he said, his voice holding a tinge of remorse. I nodded, as i