CHAPTER 0277

LEONORA'S POV

The old man in front of me let out a small scoff, the kind of sound that carried years of bitterness. It was sharp, almost like a blade cutting through the air. The way he scoffed at being called Audrey’s father immediately made me realize that I had touched a nerve. His face, already wrinkled with age, seemed to tighten even more, like every muscle in his jaw was clenching at once.