"Then I won't keep you any longer. Get the hell out of my house."
Even though she had expected this exact outcome, Maeve still refused to back down easily.
"Dad, you can't be this possessive! She's my mother—my biological mother!"
"And I'm pregnant! This is a critical time, and I need my mother's constant care."
Julian's faint smile didn't waver.
"She is my wife. My legally wedded wife. If you need someone to care for you during your pregnancy, hire a nanny."
"My wife has never lifted a finger to do chores in her life. She is entirely too delicate to be dragged off to Aethelburg to play caretaker for you."
"Furthermore, my possessiveness has never been a secret. You didn't just discover this today."
"I make the rules here. If you don't like it, you can swallow your complaints."
Andres remained utterly silent.
Sure enough, Julian was the only person in the world who could completely shut Maeve down.
Maeve was left speechless.
Why did she suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to tear the roof off and declare war on her tyrannical father?
Serenity walked into the living room carrying a fruit platter, immediately sensing the explosive tension in the air.
"What are you two arguing about now?"
Maeve pointed an accusing finger at Julian. "Mom, tell me the truth right now. Is this man actually my real father?"
Serenity suppressed a laugh. "We've run DNA tests multiple times over the years just to confirm that you are indeed his daughter."
Julian hadn't just been afflicted by the Dark Curse; he had also suffered from severe emotional detachment disorders.
Otherwise, he never would have done something as insane as giving his own flesh-and-blood son away to be raised by someone else.
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