Memories of the battle that broke out between Uncle Luthor and her father, who didn't treat her as a daughter, were still clear in her mind.
"It's time for her to go back, Luthor." The handsome man with blonde hair and red eyes spoke firmly.
"Says who?" Luthor sneered. "You?"
"We've talked about this many times already, and each time, I allowed you to keep her out of respect to our relationship," Evangeline's father replied calmly. "But two years is long enough. She needs to go back and inherit her legacy. The more you try to stop it, the more she'll suffer in the future. Is that what you really want?"
At that time, Evangeilne had hidden behind Alex, her frail body shaking out of fear and anxiousness.
She feared her father, but she feared leaving her first and only friend, who had been with her through those two years of her life.
