At that moment, upon hearing what Victoria just said and seeing her walk through the door, Mr. Jackson's heart sank. His face went pale, and his entire body froze in dread. This was the one thing he had prayed against the one disaster he wished would never happen. In his heart, he begged for a miracle, wishing that somehow Victoria would stay away, or at least keep quiet if she came home. But fate had other plans.
Now, here she was his stubborn daughter storming into the living room without a trace of restraint, speaking carelessly before even understanding the situation.
At that moment Beads of sweat rolled down Mr. Jackson's temple as he blinked rapidly, his eyes darting toward Victoria in desperation, silently begging her to stop. His lips trembled slightly, mouthing words only she could read: "Don't talk. Please, not now."
