Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 224

I chuckled.

It slipped out before I could stop it, then the chuckle turned into laughter.

I laughed harder, the sound bouncing off the cold walls around us. I laughed so much that tears formed at the corners of my eyes. Even the men behind me shifted uncomfortably, confused by my reaction.

Grace stopped yelling and stared at me.

I wiped at the corner of my eye and shook my head lightly, still smiling. “Sorry,” I said between soft breaths. “Sorry for ruining the dramatic moment. I couldn’t help it.”

“Sometimes I laugh when I don’t understand certain emotions. It’s just how I process things.” I rested my elbow casually on the arm of the chair. “You talk about innocence as if it’s some sacred thing. As if being young or helpless automatically makes someone valuable.”

I studied her face again.

“That’s what fascinates me about people like you. You feel so much for others. You rage for them. You break for them. But you still don’t understand me at all.”

“Grace, honey,” I said lightly, tilting my head, “I don’t understand you. I truly don’t.”

My fingers tapped lazily against the armrest as I continued, “I don’t even understand why Apollo would choose to marry you. I don’t think I was ever like you before. I may have pretended to be kind, yes, but I was never this… soft.”

My gaze moved over her deliberately, assessing her.

“You’re so different from his type of woman,” I went on thoughtfully. “I honestly wonder why he would even look at you in the first place. What exactly did you do to him?”

She frowned at that, but she did not answer. She just stood there.

I sighed and gave a small shrug. “What I really don’t understand is why you are this pained. None of the people I killed are truly related to you. Even your father, you barely knew him. You were not close. So why are you this angry? Especially over an orphan with no blood connection to you. I was born without certain human emotions, Grace. At least, that’s what I’ve always believed. So I genuinely don’t know what you’re feeling right now. Would you mind explaining it to me?”

For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then something in her expression shifted. The wild anger settled into something colder. She looked at me with open mockery.

“Honestly,” she said quietly, “what did I expect from someone like you in the first place? Someone who doesn’t hesitate to kill.”

Her lips curved slightly. “I should have known someone like you couldn’t possibly be human. Because only a monster would do what you’ve done.”

I did not smile this time. I simply watched her.

“You’re right. Hannah is not my blood. And I never met my father before he died, so technically I shouldn’t feel this pain. But even a decent human being would feel sad over what you’ve done. That is what it means to be human. It doesn’t have to happen to you personally for you to feel the pain of losing someone you love.”

“But then again,” she added coldly, “I shouldn’t be explaining humanity to someone who poisoned her own uncle. That man was kind. He was good. And you took his life without blinking. That alone tells me exactly what kind of person you are.”

My brows furrowed slightly at that.

She smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

“And you keep pretending you don’t care about anything, when it’s obvious you do care about something… or rather someone.”

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I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that so? And who might that be?”

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