"I hired someone to create fake news. Your father has heart disease. How do you think he'll react when he finds out about all this?"
It felt like my body had been thrown into an icy waterfall.
Father, the only family I have. Completely innocent and uninvolved, yet used as a tool for Bryan's gain. He was imprisoned for past accusations, and now Bryan was putting his life in danger.
My emotions rose to my chest. "Bryan... don't involve my father—"
"None of this will happen as long as you obey," Bryan cut in lightly and too casually.
My hands clenched tightly on the wheelchair. "What else do you want, Bryan?"
"Easy. Cancel your report," he said lightly. As if he were telling a joke. "Just say you're injured, so Livia will replace you in the elite competition. Then your father will be safe."
I fell silent.
A single tear fell from my eye as I stared in disbelief at the man I thought had loved me three years ago.
Now he stood there, destroying my life just for another woman.
He didn't even care about my condition, nearly dead after eight stab wounds to the stomach. Nor about our miscarried baby.
"Elena, don't think too much. I know you love your father very much."
My mind suddenly felt empty.