"Did your father put this on you?" Young Aether asked in a blunt tone as he looked at Lily, who shook her head.
"No, he did not. I came on my own," Lily said with a serious expression as she walked closer. Her eyes briefly shifted toward the woman sitting comfortably on Young Aether's lap like a cushion before returning to him.
Looking directly at Young Aether, she spoke coldly, "I don't know what happened between you two, but my father never deserved those words from you. Whatever happened between the two of you, you should at least apologise to him."
Young Aether stared at the girl for a few seconds before slowly turning his head away.
To Lily, he was simply the man who had hurt her father, not the person who had once protected her.
Lily stepped closer, her expression tightening. "I am talking to you."
Young Aether sighed quietly. "Lily... You should go home. This is between adults—"
