The man got up from the couch with a wide grin.
'Rashta, my daughter.' Rashta shuddered as she compared her childhood father to the man before her.
The man was not a father like Sovieshu. He called Rashta sweetly, but he didn't love her, he didn't mistreat her, but he didn't take care of her either.
The man always had an excuse for Rashta. 'Because of our status, I can't take care of you.'
He was a very carefree man in that sense. He didn't even remember her birthday, and sometimes confused her name.
"You've grown up well. You've become a great person."
'Even a stranger could say that.'
Rashta looked at the man coldly and asked,
"Why have you come?"
The man put on a sad expression.
"Why did I come? I came because I heard about my daughter, Rashta. I heard that my daughter was doing well, so naturally I wanted to find her."
"Why didn't you think to find your daughter when she was suffering?"
"Oh.. you're angry."
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and approached with open arms.
Rashta turned to the side to avoid him. She felt nauseous. She wanted this man to take care of her before, but now she didn't even want him to touch her.
"Go away! Go away and don't appear in front of me again. For me you ceased to exist from the day you left me. It's better for me not to have you. Don't cling to my ankles and go away."
Rashta glared at him. She didn't say it thinking that he would really leave. He had come to ask for something, he wouldn't obediently leave after being insulted.
Still, the reason she said this was in case he made a difficult request. She wanted to make him feel at least a little guilt for blackmailing his own daughter. If he felt guilty, he probably wouldn't come back.
The man's eyes widened. He was taken aback that Rashta, who had always longed for affection, had coldly scorned him.
"Are you very angry with your father, my daughter?"
When Rashta was about to leave the drawing room without answering, the man hurriedly said,
"Rashta. Do you know a man who is very tall and handsome?"
"There are so many men like that."
"His hair is a mix of brown and blond. His eyes are green. He gives the impression of being very strong. Ah, he wore his coat over his shoulders."
Immediately, the image of Duke Elgy came to Rashta's mind and frowned. 'He talks about Duke Elgy? If so, why is he suddenly mentioning Duke Elgy?'
The man smiled broadly.
"He told me how to meet you."
"What?"
"Although I accepted his help, he didn't seem to have good intentions. I'm your father, your real father. I had to tell you."
Rashta smiled forcedly. 'What the hell is he saying?'
Duke Elgy cared for her better than her real father, who never gave her a bit of love.
'Did Duke Elgy give him any information? Still, didn't he come to blackmail the daughter he abandoned?'
Rashta didn't bother to refute him, just went into her bedroom and closed the door.
