Lana understood this well. Humans were flawed creatures, biased toward those who loved them, protected them, and stood by their side.
They would always defend the ones who had defended them.
That was how the human world worked. And so, Lana did not interrupt.
"But my father?" Layla's eyes hardened. "He was never right."
She clenched her fists.
"He might have hated my mother, her mistake was unforgivable. But why did he repeatedly try to kill me?"
Hearing those words, Lana slowly closed her eyes.
"I never wanted to acknowledge him," Layla said. "Yet he sent thugs and goons again and again to kill me."
Her breathing faltered.
"One of them was even hired by his main wife," she added, her voice breaking. "She arranged for me to be molested."
Lana's fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.
"I still don't understand," Layla said in a choked whisper, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"What did I ever do to deserve such hatred?"
