“Me?”
I asked back in bewilderment at the Poison King’s words.
That the strained relationship between Tang Soyeol and the Poison King was my fault?
I didn’t understand what he meant, so I was wearing a blank expression, and the Poison King continued with a complicated look on his face.
“No, I misspoke…. To be precise, it’s not your fault.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“The last time I saw her. My daughter looked unusually struggling.”
If it’s the last time, it must be about two years ago, as Tang Soyeol mentioned.
“So, at that time, I naturally thought it was your fault.”
“Yes?”
What kind of absurd statement is this?
To immediately think it’s my fault because Tang Soyeol looked gloomy. It was a ridiculous remark.
However.
“Most of the time, when my daughter was sad, it was because of you.”
“…”
For some reason, the follow-up words that carried credibility were enough to shut my mouth.
Because in this regard, I didn’t really have anything to say either.
Since nothing came out of my mouth, the Poison King looked at me with a subtle expression.
That expression was as if. ‘You don’t really have anything to say, do you?’ something like that.
Since it was as he said, I had nothing to say, so I continued to maintain silence.
“So I thought it would be the same this time too. However, since she looked particularly struggling, I ended up making two hasty assumptions.”
“If it’s hasty assumptions….”
“The first…