Kyra's POV
The sun was shining outside, but I felt sad and lonely in this cold room. Kieran had kept me here for two days. I missed my daughter so much. I was worried about her. She was only five years old. She shouldn't have to deal with this problem. I hoped Phoebe was taking care of her. I didn't mind if Phoebe took her to stay with her parents. I just didn't want my daughter to cry at night and call for me.
God! I can't endure this anymore…
A series of soft knocks interrupted my thoughts. I quickly wiped the tears at the side of my eyes as I stared at the closed door.
"Kyra, I prepared our lunch. I personally cooked all your favorite seafood dishes. I remember how much you love seafood."
I laughed sarcastically. Does he think I'd be moved by his efforts? I will eat those seafood but I still won't forgive him. I'm not stupid to starve myself because I hate him.
