Chapter 30 - Dad, I want a divorce

“Am I right to say that you have become ruthless?” her father asked, feeling helpless.

Zora did not care what name it was. Her innocent child could not die in vain. Someone had to pay, and that person was living her normal life while she, Zora, was still grieving the loss of her child.

Was that being ruthless? She asked seriously, “Dad, what would you do if someone plans an accident that takes my life?”

When her father thought about the question, knowing it was his grandchild who lost her life in the accident, he couldn’t pretend to be an angel. “I would be more ruthless.”

“Then please don’t blame me,” Zora said from the end of the line. Whereas her father feared she might regret it later, looking back at how mindlessly she loved Ezrah before.

“Are you sure that you don’t feel anything for Ezrah anymore?”

Zora smiled bitterly from the end of the line. It was the reason she faked her death. If she hadn’t, she knew that Ezrah would have always been in her face. But taking on a new