He should look carefully, this was the composure of someone who achieved spiritual enlightenment. If acting cute wouldnât work and my changing phrase wouldnât work either, then he was just picking a fight, right? I closed the book that dad was reading. I then raised my hands, grabbed Caitelâs cheek, and turned it toward me.
âFather, have I done something wrong?â
The same red eyes as mine looked back on me. If there was warmth existing in my fatherâs eyes, then this look would always be warm to me, but today, it was cold and sharp enough to sting. Still, I didnât want to avoid facing it, so I looked at his eyes without avoiding it, and something appear on his expressionless face. I didnât miss the timing and smiled brightly.
âI have done something wrong, havenât I?â
Of course, my father wouldnât answer. Itâs okay. I was not the kind of person who would surrender easily!
âI donât know what I did wrong, but Iâm sorry. Donât be mad anymore, okay?â
If he still ignored me after this, then heâs not my father!
How could he refuse me when I was this cute and this lovely! As expected, Caitel fell for me thereafter. He indeed was my slave!
âThen youâre aware that youâve done something wrong?â
No!
However, if I say no here, then he would probably get even grumpier if I said something like that. I just smiled.
âYes, but what did I do wrong? Why donât you tell me? Please?â
When I spoke with an innocent smile, Caitel frowned. Why was my dad frowning so when his daughter was acting so cute. No, no. He couldnât do that to me.
âYou know what, Dad? If you donât tell me, then I wouldnât know what I did wrong, and I would never know why youâre mad at meâŚâ
As I wriggled my hand and hesitated, Caitel sighed. Did this mean that heâs gonna surrender to me? Was that it?
However, it was only for a second. The bundle of cloth in front of me immediately took me aback. This was the piece of fabric I used to hide the sculpture; how the hell did he find it? No, he didnât carry it for the rest of the day by the time he saw it, did he?
Caitel kindly opened the contents of the pocket, lest I remembered it. âOh, my goodness. Thank you so much. Oh, thank you. Dad, youâre so kind.â
âWhat is this?â
âThatâs itâŚâ
What should I do? If I told him that the twins did it, then they wouldnât live to see another day. They would be beaten for disobedience, and they would get banned and never allowed to set foot in the palace again.