Jessica's POV
I remained silent after Papa's words.
What could I possibly say when his explanation was such a blatant fabrication?
I turned my gaze away from Bonita, staring straight ahead as my chest constricted painfully, making each breath a struggle. A massive knot formed in my throat, but I kept my chin raised defiantly.
Despite feeling like I was crumbling inside, I couldn't bring myself to leave.
I had to endure this torturous meeting until its conclusion. Sure, I could rise and walk out with some excuse, but that would tarnish my flawless reputation.
So I remained seated, inflicting this agony upon myself simply because I had a point to make. Sometimes I questioned whether I had become my own worst enemy.
The meeting dragged on endlessly. Papa continued gripping my hand beneath the table, and I could feel those scorching eyes fixed on me once more, but I refused to meet his gaze. If I did, I might lose control and drive a pen straight through that bastard's skull.
