(Karsten)
That voice. That fucking voice.
How could I ever forget that voice?
My head whipped in the direction of where his voice had come and I froze.
The anger and disgust made me see nothing but red in that instant.
I felt Rahsir shoot past me and off the stage, making me regain some composure.
"Rahsir, wait," I called my brother back before he did something horrendous.
If anyone hated this man more than I, it was Rahsir.
His anger and resentment were beyond mine for this man we had for a 'father.'
How was he here?
How did he even get in?
The bastard was in jail, last time I checked…
Was it already 25-plus years?
My gaze turned to a very confused Arata. My hands shifted to her face as I softly said, "Wait here."
She nodded in understanding, not asking questions but showing patience.
Another reason, I loved her.
I climbed down the stage and saw Ma staring at the man she thought was the love of her life in a shocked state.
