Daxter let out a long breath, trying to calm the turmoil raging inside his chest. He slowly loosened their embrace before wiping the remaining tears from Viona's cheeks with his thumb. Beneath the dim apartment lights, his daughter's face looked so fragile, yet at the same time radiated a determination he recognized all too well. That stubborn nature had clearly been inherited from her mother.
Viona took a deep breath, steadying her voice that had grown hoarse from crying. She looked at her father, her eyes suddenly turning serious.
"Dad," Viona called softly, breaking the silence of the Parisian night.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Let me go to England. I want to meet Mommy."
Daxter was taken aback. His brows immediately furrowed tightly, and the expression on his face hardened at once. "No, Viona. It's too dangerous. The situation is still unstable, and Daddy refuses to take any risks when it comes to your safety."
