Her sweat-drenched hair clung to her skin. She stroked it back and got out of bed, completely forgetting the injury on her hand. When she tried to get off bed with the support of her hands, it pained a lot. The pain reminded her of her injury and she slowed down her pace. She thought that the nightmare was probably linked to the fight.

  She habitually looked back at the other side of the bed. It was empty. She felt a sense of loss.

  Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she walked downstairs, she looked refreshed. Seeing Jonathan sitting on the sofa in the living room, she paused a little, and then walked on.

  "Morning, Dad. Aren't you going out to exercise today?" Daisy greeted him, wondering what he was pondering so early in the morning.

  Jonathan looked at her injured hand, "Morning! Are you going to the army base?" He replied in a low voice, sounding grave.

  "Yes. There's been a lot of work to do recently, so I want to start early. Dad, is there something on your mind?" Daisy frowned. Jonathan had never been so dejected before.

  "No, there's nothing. Have some breakfast before you go for work. You barely eat anything in the morning. That's unhealthy." There was indeed something on Jonathan's mind.

  He had started to make arrangements as soon as he finished the phone call with his son. But he couldn't stop worrying before his men arrived in B Country. This was new to him. Now he realized that he actually cared a lot about all the members of his family. He felt bewildered and scared. The change was too abrupt and too much for him. He felt he didn't even know himself anymore.

  "Okay. Are you going to join me or do you want to wait for Mom?" Decades had passed, and Jonathan and Cynthia were still deeply in love. Daisy envied them. They did everything together. There was no space for a third person between them. Daisy understood why Edward had felt neglected by his parents. I

  drunk? Isn't your daughter Mary? Do I even know you? You have come to the wrong place." It was too late for Leo to show his paternal love.

  "I came here for you. Daisy, tell me, what am I supposed to do to make up for my past mistakes? Just say it and I'll do it." Leo had slept badly these days. The past flashed back to his head every night as soon as he closed his eyes, reminding him of how badly he had treated Daisy. The memory was eating at him. He felt suffocated.

  "Huh! That's absurd! I wish someone could tell me how I am supposed to change the fact that 'you' are my father!" Daisy shut her eyes painfully. She wanted her family, her mom, but nothing. Now she had nothing. Whatever he did, her mom was still dead. He wouldn't ever be able to bring the baby in her mom's womb back to life. Then why should it matter now what he did?

  "Daisy, I'm so sorry. I was stupid to be fooled by Yakira. I destroyed our family. It was all my fault. I know you won't forgive me, but please let me redeem myself, " Leo pleaded, hoping she wouldn't hate him so much.

  "I'm sorry. I'm not the one you should show your repentance to or beg for forgiveness. Please leave. I have no time for you, " Daisy said frigidly. She neglected all his feelings and stayed aloof from his regrets.