Chapter 10 10

Devya pouted, but she still defended herself.

"I just felt sorry for her, and besides, I made a promise."

"Before making promises, you should assess whether you can fulfill them or not. Don't let your promises harm yourself," Mora advised.

"Stop being so angry. Alright, I won't repeat my mistake," Devya said.

Mora walked alongside her, whispering, and handed her sketch to Devya.

"I've already done this for you, but you must promise not to exploit it. Consider this sketch as a favor, and you must repay it with improved behavior," Mora said.

Devya smiled happily and was touched by her friend's kindness.

"Okay, I'll definitely repay it. Thank you so much, Mora. I promise to be better," Devya said.

"Don't promise me, you have to prove it!"

Devya smiled and nodded, then entered the classroom with Mora.

***

Brakk!!!

A loud noise, like the sound of a table being slapped with paper on it, echoed through the room. The piercing gaze seemed like it could kill the girl who sat there, looking down with a fearful expression.

"Father, forgive me."

"Forgive?!! You're just like your mother, foolish!! Both of you are equally foolish!"

Devya clenched her fists at her sides and stared sharply at her father.

"You're nothing like Edgar!! He's a pride-worthy child, while you're just a parasite!"

Devya couldn't hold back her anger any longer. She erupted with all the words she had been holding back since earlier.

"Don't think just because you're my former father, you can insult my mother as you please!! I don't want a scoundrel like you as my father!"

"Ungrateful child, Devya!!" her father shouted.

Devya stormed out of her father's office, clutching Mora's sketch and with her eyes welling up with tears. She saw the campus courtyard bustling with activity, all the girls carrying chocolates and flowers, surrounding someone in the center. It piqued Devya's curiosity, and she approached the commotion.

"Mr. Edgar, do you have some free time for me tonight?"

"Mr. Prince, you're so handsome, like a noble."

Devya snorted in annoyance. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear the name of the person she despised, making her sick to her stomach.

"You scoundrel, I don't even need to bother seeing your face. If I do, I'll give you a raw beating right on the spot!"

Devya returned to her class, carrying Mora's sketch, which had received a perfect grade.

"What's wrong? You look a mess."

"What's going on, Dev? You look really messed up. Aren't you satisfied with your results?" her classmates asked.

Devya cried, resting her head on her desk.

"Getting a perfect score made my father not believe that I drew this. I'm so fed up with my father. If only that angel would come again, I'd love to be with him and spend time in my old car," Devya said.

"Wait, an angel?" Mora grinned suspiciously, glancing at Devya with a knowing look.

"What's with that look? Don't stare at me like that. I'm irritated right now, don't mock me, Mora!"

"I know, you're in love now. My goodness, my best friend is head over heels," Mora teased.

"Yes, he's such a handsome angel, and his face is so enchanting. I feel like I want to marry him," Devya confessed with her mind in turmoil.

"Stop having impure thoughts and improve yourself. Don't let your father go berserk again. He's angry because you never learn from your mistakes, and you are indeed quite careless."

"Don't call him my father. He's my former father," Devya said, clearly irritated.

"There's no such thing as a former father. No matter what, he's your father, and you must fulfill your duties as a child."

Devya groaned in frustration because her friend wasn't supporting her anger.